Monday morning    (Intro) 
  
    Dm - E - Am 
  
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1. Early one mornin’ one mornin’ in spring 
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    to hear the birds whistle, the nightingales sing. 
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    I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing, 
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    I’m going to be married next Monday morning. 
  
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2. “How old are you, my fair young maid, 
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    here in this valley, this valley so green ? 
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    How old are you, my fair young maid ?” 
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    “I’m goin’ to be sixteen next Monday morning.” 
  
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3. “Well, sixteen years old, that’s too young for to marry, 
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    so take my advice, five years longer to tarry. 
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    For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin, 
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    so put off your wedding for Monday morning.” 
  
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4. “You talk like a mad man, a man with no skill, 
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    two years I’ve been waiting against my own will. 
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    And now I’m determined to have my own way, 
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    and I’m going to be married next Monday morning.” 
  


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5. “And next Monday mornin’ the bells they will ring, 
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   my true love will buy me a gay gold ring. 
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    Also he’ll buy me a new pretty gown 
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    to wear at my wedding next Monday morning.” 
  
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6. “Next Monday night when I go to my bed, 
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    and I turn round to the man that I’ve wed, 
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    around his middle my two arms I will fling, 
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    and I wish to my soul it was Monday morning.”