The
Nightingales Sing
Now as I was a-walking one morning in May
I saw a sweet couple together at play
O the one was a fair maid and her beauty shone
clear
And the other was a soldier and a brave
grenadier.
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But they kissed so sweet and comforting
as they pressed to each other
They went arming along the road like sister and
like brother
They went arming along the road till they came
to a spring
Then they both sat down together just to hear
the nightingales sing.
Then out of his knapsack he drew a long fiddle
And he played to her such merry tunes that she
ever did hear
And he played to her such merry tunes, caused
the valley to ring
"Hark, hark," replied the fair maid, "how the
nightingales sing."
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"O come," said the soldier, "'tis time to give
o'er."
"O no," says the fair maid, "please play one
tune more.
I do like your playing and the touching of the
long string
And to see the pretty flowers grow, hear the
nightingales sing."
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Now as I'm going to India for seven long years
Drinking wines and strong whiskey instead of
strong beers
But if I ever return again, it will be in the
spring
Then we'll both sit down together, love,
and hear the nightingales sing.
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"Now," said the fair maid, "come, soldier, marry
me!"
"O no," replied the soldier, "how ever can that
be?
For I've a nice little wife at home in my own
count-er-ie
And she is the smartest little woman that your
eye's ever seen."
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