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As I was awalking one morning in May
I met a young couple and softly they strayed
One was a young maid so sweet and so fair
And the other was a soldier and a brave grenadier
And they kissed so sweet and comforting
as they clung to each other.
They went arm in arm along the road,
like sister and brother.
They went arm in arm along the road
'til they came to a stream,
Then they both sat down together love to
hear the nightingale sing.
Then out of his knapsack he drew a fine fiddle
And he played her such merry tunes that you ever did hear,
And he played to her such merry tunes that the valleys did ring
Oh, softly cried the young maid, to hear the nightingale sing.
Oh come, said the soldier, 'tis time to give o'er
Oh no, said the fair maid, please play one tune more
I do like your playing and the touching of the string
And to see the pretty flowers grow, hear the nightingale sing.
Oh, then said the young maid, will you marry me
Oh no, replied the soldier, however can that be?
For I have my own wife at home in my own country
And she's the sweetest little thing as you ever did see.
I'll go back to India for seven long years,
Drinking wine and strong whisky instead of strong beers.
And if ever I return again it will be in the spring
And we can both sit down together love to hear the nightingale sing.