Monday Morning

Monday Morning - Peter, Paul & Mary

Early one mornin

One mornin in spring

To hear the birds whistle

The nightingales sing

I met a fair maiden

Who sweetly did sing

I'm going to be married

Next monday morning.

How old are you

My fair young maid,

Here in this valley

This valley so green

How old are you

My fair young maid

Well sixteen years old,

That's too young for to marry

So take my advice,

Five years longer to tarry

For marriage brings troubles

And sorrows begin

So put off your wedding

For monday mornin

You talk like a mad man,

A man with no skill

Two years I've been

Waiting against my own will

Now I'm determined

To have my own way

And I'm going to be married

Next monday mornin

And next monday mornin

The bells they will ring

And my true love will

Buy me a gay gold ring

Also he'll buy me

A new pretty gown

To wear at my wedding

Next monday mornin

Next monday night

When I go to my bed

And I turn round to the man

That I've wed

Around his middle my two arms

I will fling,

And I wish to my soul

It was monday mornin