Sunday, May 5, 2013
One Morning In May
One morning, one morning, one morning in May
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 waters rise 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
"O hark," cried the maiden, "hear the Nightingale sing."
"O maiden, fair maiden, it's time to give o'er."
"O 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 rise and hear the Nightingale sing."
"O soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me?"
"O no, pretty maiden, that never shall be;
I've a wife now 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 rise and hear the Nightingale sing
To see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing."