The Nightingale

My sweetheart, come along, don’t you hear the fine song
The sweet notes of the nightingale flow?
Don’t you hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below?

Pretty Betsy, don’t fail, I will carry your pail
Straight home to your cot as we go
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below

Pray leave me alone, I have hands of my own
And along with you, sir, I’ll not go
For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below

Come sit yourself down with me on the ground
On this bank where the primroses grow
Here we’ll hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below

So she sat herself down with him on the ground
On the banks where the primroses grow
And she heard the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below

Now this couple agreed to get married with speed
And straight to the church they did go
Never more she’s afraid for to sit in the shade
Nor to lie in the valley below

For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below