E A E A E A E A E A E A Upon a Monday morning, oh, E A E A The rain it was a-raining. E A E A My love, she came to me and said, G# C#7 "Oh, when shall you and I be wed? F# B7 E G#/D# For I have bought a double bed, G# C#7 F# B7 F# B7 And mother is complaining, oh!" E A E A E A E A And all the while, the rain it was a-raining.
Upon a Tuesday morning, oh,
The snow it was a-glistening.
My love still hadn't gone away,
So I did ask her, "Mistress, pray,
What was it you said yesterday?
I really wasn't listening, oh!"
And all the while, the snow it was a-glistening.
Upon a Wednesday morning, oh,
The hail it was a-hailing.
My love she gave a quick retort,
And said, "To cut the story short,
I've bought a bed, the double sort.
Your hearing must be failing, oh!"
And all the while, the hail it was a-hailing.
Upon a Thursday morning, oh,
The day was not a hot one.
Said I, "You've bought a double bed,
Well, that was what I thought you said.
You must be going off your head,
For I've already got one, oh!"
And all the while, the day was not a hot one.
On Friday, nobody spoke.
Upon a Saturday morning, oh,
The thunder it was frightening.
I shouted so that I'd be heard,
"Oh, let us marry on the third!"
But did she answer? Not a word,
For she'd been struck by lightning, oh, oh-oh!
And after that, the weather started brightening.
(Words and music by Myles Rudge and Ted Dicks, 1962)
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