Dm - E - Am

    Dm                    E          Am
1. Early one mornin’, one mornin’ in spring
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    to hear the birds whistle, the nightingales sing.
       Am        G           Am          Em
    I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing,
          Am        Dm           E          Am
    I’m going to be married next Monday morning.

     Dm                  E          Am
2. “How old are you, my fair young maid,
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    here in this valley, this valley so green?
     Am          G       Am         Em
    How old are you, my fair young maid?”
         Am           Dm          E          Am
    “I’m goin’ to be sixteen next Monday morning.”

          Dm                             E           Am
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.
         Am              G            Am        Em
    For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin,
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    so put off your wedding for Monday morning.”

         Dm                    E             Am
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.
         Am        G           Am         Em
    And now I’m determined to have my own way,
            Am          Dm            E         Am
    and I’m going to be married next Monday morning.”

        Dm                       E               Am
5. “And next Monday mornin’ the bells they will ring,
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   my true love will buy me a gay gold ring.
     Am         G       Am          Em
   Also he’ll buy me a new pretty gown
       Am         Dm           E          Am
   to wear at my wedding next Monday morning.”

     Dm                      E        Am
6. “Next Monday night when I go to my bed,
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    and I turn around to the man that I’ve wed,
      Am        G             Am          Em
    around his middle my two arms I will fling,
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    and I wish to my soul it was Monday morning.”