The Nightingale

As I went out walking one morning in May
I met a young couple who fondly did stray
One was a fair maid so sweet and so fair
And the other one was a soldier
in the bold Grenadiers

And they kissed so sweet and comforting
as they clung to each other
They went arm and arm along the road
like sister and brother
They went arm and arm along the road
till they came to a stream
And they both sat down together love
to hear the nightingale sing

Well out of his knapsack he took a fine fiddle
And he played her such a merry tune
that you ever did hear
He played her such a merry tune
that the valley did ring
And softly cries the fair maid
as the nightingale sings

Now I’m off to India for seven long years
Drinkin’ wine and strong whiskey
instead of pale beers
And if ever I return again
it will be in the spring
And we’ll both sit down together love
to hear the nightingale sing

Well then said the fair maid “Will you marry me?”
“Oh no said the soldier, however can that be
For I have a wife at home in my own country
And she is the fairest maid that you ever did see?”



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