| One morning, one morning, one morning in May
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| I spied a young couple, a making their way
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| One was a lady so dainty and fair
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| And one was a soldier a brave volunteer
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| Good morning, good morning, good morning said he
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| Where be you going my pretty lady
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| Oh I’m going out walking because it is spring
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| Just to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing
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| Just to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing
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| They had not been standing but a minute or two
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| When out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew
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| And the tune that he played thru the valley did ring
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| Oh hark said the maiden hear the nightingale sing
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| Oh hark said the maiden hear the nightingale sing
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| Said the soldier to the lady its time to give o’er
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| Oh no pretty soldier play just one tune more
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| For I’d rather listen to the touch of your string
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| Than to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing
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| Than to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing
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| Said the lady to the soldier will you marry me
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| Oh no pretty lady that never can be
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| I’ve a wife in olde England and children twice three
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| One wife and the army is a plenty for me
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| One wife and the army is a plenty for me
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| Well I’ll go back to olde England and I’ll stay there a year
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| And it’s often that I’ll think of you my little dear
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| And if I return it will be in the spring
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| Just to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing
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| To see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing |