Monday Morning
Peter"Monday Morning" is a song by Peter, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:03 long and contains 46 lines and 201 words.
0:09Early one mornin
0:11One mornin in spring
0:15To hear the birds whistle
0:18The nightingales sing
0:22I met a fair maiden
0:25Who sweetly did sing
0:29I'm going to be married
0:32Next monday morning.
0:38How old are you
0:41My fair young maid,
0:44Here in this valley
0:48This valley so green
0:51How old are you
0:55My fair young maid
1:06Well sixteen years old,
1:10That's too young for to marry
1:13So take my advice,
1:16Five years longer to tarry
1:20For marriage brings troubles
1:23And sorrows begin
1:27So put off your wedding
1:30For monday mornin
1:36You talk like a mad man,
1:39A man with no skill
1:43Two years I've been
1:45Waiting against my own will
1:49Now I'm determined
1:53To have my own way
1:58And I'm going to be married
2:01Next monday mornin
2:05And next monday mornin
2:08The bells they will ring
2:12And my true love will
2:15Buy me a gay gold ring
2:19Also he'll buy me
2:22A new pretty gown
2:26To wear at my wedding
2:29Next monday mornin
2:34Next monday night
2:38When I go to my bed
2:41And I turn round to the man
2:46That I've wed
2:48Around his middle my two arms
2:53I will fling,
2:57And I wish to my soul
3:03It was monday mornin
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
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