On Monday night he came to
Get up, get up, you darlin' girl
Well, I got up and I let him in
It was five o 'clock in the morning
before I got any sleep at all
Get up, get up, you darlin' girl,
before I go round the bend.
Well, I got up and I let him in,
but he had to hear the stroke of four
a little bit late in time.
I'd have been here sooner,
but the hill was too hard to climb.
He wasn't long all in my arms
Then out of the house and down
But after the stroke of three
On Thursday night he came to my door
Come give me a drink, you darling girl
All night long he fought with it
And I had to help him through
On Friday night he came to my door,
a -shakin' in every limb.
Get up, get up, you darlin' girl,
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
He came on his hands and knees.
Oh, don't get up, you darling girl.
When I got up for to let him in,
he fell down in the swoon.
For all I tried to raise him up,