On Monday night he came to
my door
and he made such a din
Get up, get up, you darlin' girl
and let your lover in
Well, I got up and I let him in
and on me he did fall
It was five o 'clock in the morning
before I got any sleep at all
On Tuesday night he
came to my door,
the joys of love to tend
Get up, get up, you darlin' girl,
before I go round the bend.
Well, I got up and I let him in,
and in my arms he lay,
but he had to hear the stroke of four
before he'd go away.
On Wednesday night he
came to my door
a little bit late in time.
I'd have been here sooner,
you darlin' girl,
but the hill was too hard to climb.
He wasn't long all in my arms
before he let me be
Then out of the house and down
the road
But after the stroke of three
On Thursday night he came to my door
So weary an d so slow
Come give me a drink, you darling girl
And then to work we go
All night long he fought with it
And I had to help him through
And I heard him sigh as
he rose to go,
it's only after two.
On Friday night he came to my door,
a -shakin' in every limb.
Get up, get up, you darlin' girl,
and carry your lover in.
Well, I got up and I carried him in,
and I gently laid him down.
But barely couldn't his spirit rise
to reach the stroke of one.
On Saturday night, he came
to my door.
He came on his hands and knees.
Oh, don't get up, you darling girl.
Stay in an d let me be.
When I got up for to let him in,
he fell down in the swoon.
For all I tried to raise him up,
he lay till Sunday noon.