My sweetheart, come along, don’t you hear the sweet 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. ?
Pray let me alone, I have hands of my own;
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 the patch where the primroses grow.
To hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
? As she sings in the valley below. ?
This couple agreed to be married with speed
And soon to the judge they did go.
Never more she’s afraid for to walk in the shade
? Or to sit in these valleys below. ?
