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 brave 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?”