Monday Morning

Am B Em Am B Em Early one morning, one morning in spring Am D G B To hear the birds whistle, the nightingales sing Em D Em Bm I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing Em Am B Em I’m going to be married next Monday morning Am B Em How old are you, my fair young maid Am D G B Here in this valley, this valley so green Em D Em Bm How old are you, my fair young maid Em Am B Em I’m going to be sixteen next Monday morning Am B Em Well, sixteen years old, that’s too young for to marry Am D G B So take my advice, five years longer to tarry Em D Em Bm For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin Em Am B Em So put off your wedding for Monday morning Am B Em You talk like a mad man, a man with no skill Am D G B Five years I’ve been waiting against my own will Em D Em Bm And now I’m determined to have my own way Em Am B Em And I’m going to be married next Monday morning Am B Em Next Monday morning the bells they will ring Am D G B My true love will buy me a gay golden ring Em D Em Bm Also he’ll buy me a new pretty gown Em Am B Em To wear at my wedding next Monday morning Am B Em Next Monday night when I go to my bed Am D G B And I turn around to the man that I’ve wed Em D Em Bm Around his middle my two arms I will fling Em Am B Em And I wish to my soul it was Monday morning