The Sweet Nightingale
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Traditional, from Cornwall; said to be a translation from the ancientCornish tongue
My sweetheart, come along! Don't you hear the fond song, The sweet notes of the nightingale flow? Don't you hear the fond tale Of the sweet nightingale, As she sings in those valleys below? So be not afraid To walk in the shade, |: Nor yet in those valleys below. :|
2. Pretty Betsy, don't fail, | 3. Pray let me alone, I have hands of my own; Along with you I will not go, To hear the fond tale Of the sweet nightingale, As she sings in those valleys below; For I am afraid To walk in the shade, |: To walk in those valleys below. :|
4. Pray sit yourself down |
5. This couple agreed; They were married with speed, And soon to the church they did go. She was no more afraid For to walk in the shade, Nor yet in those valleys below: Nor to hear the fond tale Of the sweet nightingale, |: As she sung in those valleys below. :| |