[Dm]Early one mornin' one [E7]mornin' in [Am]spring
To [Dm]hear the birds [G7]whistle the [C]nightingales [E7]sing
I [Am]met a fair [G7]maiden who [Am]sweetly did [G7]sing
I'm [Am]going to be [Dm]married next [E7]Monday mor-[Am]nin’
[Dm]How old are you my [E7]fair young [Am]maid
[Dm]Here in this [G7]valley this [C]valley so [E7]green
[Am] How old are [G7]you my [Am]fair young [G7]maid
I'm [Am]goin' to be [Dm]sixteen next [E7]Monday mor-[Am]nin’
Well [Dm]sixteen years old, that's [E7]too young for to [Am]marry
So [Dm]take my ad-[G7]vice five years [C]longer to tar-[E7]ry
For [Am]marriage brings [G7]troubles and [Am]sorrows be-[G7]gin
So [Am]put off your [Dm]wedding for [E7]Monday mor-[Am]nin’
[Dm]You talk like a mad man, a [E7]man with no [Am]skill
Two [Dm]years I've been [G7]waiting a-[C]gainst my own [E7]will
[Am]Now I'm de-[G7]termined to [Am]have my own [G7]way
And [Am]I'm goin' to be [Dm]married next [E7]Monday mor-[Am]nin’
[Dm]Next Monday mornin' the [E7]bells they will [Am]ring
My [Dm]true love will [G7]buy me a [C]gay golden [E7]ring
[Am]Also he'll [G7]buy me a [Am]new pretty [G7]gown
To [Am]wear at my [Dm]wedding next [E7]Monday mor-[Am]nin’
[Dm]Next Monday night when [E7]I go to my [Am]bed
And [Dm]I turn [G7]round to the [C]man that I've [E7]wed
A-[Am]round his [G7]middle my [Am]
wo arms I will [G]fling
And I [Am]wish to my [Dm]soul it was [E7]Monday mor-[Am]nin’
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