one morning in may

one morning

one morning

one morning in may

i spied a young couple

they were making their way. one was a maiden so bright and so fair and the other was a soldier and a brave volunteer. good morning

good morning

good morning said he

and where are you going my pretty lady?

i'm going out a-walking on the banks of the sea

just to see the water's glide and hear the nightingale sing. now they had not been standing but a minute or two

when out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew

and the tune that he played made the valleys all ring

oh hark

cried the maiden

hear the nightingale sing. oh maiden

fair maiden

'tis time to give o'er. oh no

kind soldier

please play one tune more

for i'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string

than to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing. oh soldier

kind soldier

will you marry me? oh no

pretty maiden

that never shall be. i've a wife down in london and children twice three

two wives and the army's too many for me. well

i'll go back to london and i'll stay there for a year

it's often that i'll think of you

my little dear. and if ever i return it will be in the spring

just to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing. to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing.