As I was a walking one morning in May To
view the green fields and the meadows so gay, I heard a fair damsel so sweet she did sing O I will be married on a Tuesday
morning I heard a fair damsel so sweet did she sing; O I will be married on a Tuesday morning.
I stepped up to
her and thus I did say: Pray where do you come from and what is your age? I belong to the sign of the Bonny Blue Bell; My
age is sixteen-which you know very well. I belong to the sign of the Bonny Blue Bell; My age is sixteen-which you know
very well.
Sixteen, pretty maid, you are young for to marry. I'll leave you the other four years for to tarry. You
speak like a man without any skill; Four years I've been single against my own will. You speak like a man without any
skill; Four years I've been single against my own will.
On Monday night when I shall go there To powder my locks
and to curdle my hair, There'll be three pretty maidens for me a-waiting; o I will be married on a Tuesday morning. There'll
be three pretty maidens for me a-waiting; O I will be married on a Tuesday morning.
On a Tuesday morning the bells
they shall ring, And three pretty maidens so sweetly shall sing: So neat and so gay will be my golden ring. O I will
be married on a Tuesday morning. So neat and so gay will be my golden ring. O I will be married on a Tuesday morning.
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