Tuesday Morning Poem by James Casey

Tuesday Morning

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
Oh 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 famous Blue Bell;
My age is twenty two-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.

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;
Oh 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.
Oh I will be married on a Tuesday morning.

James Casey 1974