As performed by Frankie Armstrong on her album, Songs and Balads

On Monday night he came to my door and he made such a din
"Get up, get up ya darling girl and let your lover come 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 ya darling girl before I go 'round the bend"
Well I got up and I let him in and in my arms he lay
I had to hear the stroke of four before he'd go away.

On Wednesday night he came to my door, a little late in time
"I'd have been here sooner ya darling girl but the hill's so hard to climb"
I hand't been long all in his arms before he let me be
Then out of the houses and down the road just after the stroke of three

On Thursday night he came to my door, so weary and so slow
"Oh, give me a drink ya darling girl and then to work we'll go"
Well all night long he fought with it but 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, shaking in every limb
"Get up, get up ya darling girl; Get up and carry me in"
Well I got up and I carried him in and gently laid him down
But hardly could his spirits 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 come down ya darling girl- stay home and let me be"
Well I got up and I let him in but he fell down in a swoon
And though often I tried to raise him up, he lay till Sunday noon.