The Nightingale

"Gather round lads!" As I was out walking one morning in May, I spied a young couple who fondly did stray, One waaas a young maid, so sweet and so faaaair, And the other, Was a soldier, And a bold Grenadier, And they kiss, so sweet and comforting as they clung to each-other, "Sing along boys!" They went aaaarm, and aarm along the road like sister and brother, They went aaaarm, and aarm along the road till they came to a streeeam, And they both sat down to-gether to hear the Nightingale siiiing. Out of, His knap sack, He took a fine Fiddle, And he plaaayed such a merry tone that you ever did heeeear, And he plaaayed such a merry tone that the valley did riiing, Oh soft cried, the fair maid, to hear the Nightingale siiing. And they kiss, so sweet and comforting as they clung to each-other, They went aaaarm, and aarm along the road like sister and brother, They went aaaarm, and aarm along the road till they came to a streeeam, And they both sat down to-gether to hear the Nightingale siiiing. Well I'm off, to India, for seeeven loooong years, Drinkin' Wiiine and Whiskey, instead of small Beers, And if I return again, it will be in the spriiing, And we'll both sit down to-gether to hear the Nightingale sing, Well then said the fair maid will ya not ferry me? Oh noooo, said the soldier, how can that beeee? For I haaave my own life, on the banks of the deeeep, And sheee's the fairest damsel that you ever did seeeee, And they kiss, so sweet and comforting as they clung to each-other, They went aaaarm, and aarm along the road like sister and brother, They went aaaarm, and aarm along the road till they came to the streeeam, And they both, sat down to-gether, To heeeear theeee Niiiightingaaaale siiiing.