Psalteria - Monday morning lyrics

Early one morning, one morning in Spring To hear the birds whistle and 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 pretty maid Here in this valley, this valley so green? How old are you, my fair pretty maid I'm going to be 16 next Monday morning Now 16 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 morning Now, you speak like mad woman, woman with no sk** Three years I've been waiting against my own will And now I'm determined to have my own way And I'm going to be married next Monday morning And next Monday morning the bells they will ring My true love will buy me a gay golden ring And also he'll buy me a new pretty gown For to wear at my wedding next Monday morning And next Monday night when I go to my bed And I turn me around to the man that I've wed Around his middle my two arms I will fling And I wish to myself it was Monday morning