Early Monday Morning In 1806 - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Early Monday Morning in 1806. 
'Twas early Monday morning in eighteen hundred and five. I thought myself quite lucky to find myself alive; I harnessed up my horses, my business to pursue, And went to hauling wood, my boys, just as I ought to do. 
The stores being open, and liquor very free, One glass was emptied and another filled for me; only called tor one, boys, should not have taken more. But didn't stop my drinking, boys, till I could drink no more. 
I put my saddle on my back And went into the barn, I harnessed up the horses, not thinking any harm; Soon as I had them ready I drove them out quite still, And scarcely drew rein till we came to Plipton Mill. 
There I met an old acquaintance, his name I dare not call, Who told me that night there was to be a ball; Twas hard to persuade me, trot finally I did say, I'd just step in a little while to hear the fiddler play. 
There was a goodly number to have a jovial dance, The girls they were much prettier than you could find In France: The fiddler being willing, his arm stout and strong. Played (he " Grounds of old Ireland," or "Go it while you're young.* 
The morning stars had risen, and we had danced enough. delayed but a little in gathering cash for Cuff; Then home to our labors-though we whistle and we sing, ' We never shall be caught again, boys, In such a 6crape again.