| As I was a walking and a rambling on day
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| I spied a young couple so fondly did stray
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| And one was a young maide, so sweet and so fair
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| And the other one was a soldier and a brave Grenadier
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| And they kissed so sweet and comforting as they clung to each other
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| They went arm and arm down the road like sister and brother
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| They went arm and arm down the road till they came to a stream
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| And they both sat down together, love, to hear the nightingale sing
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| Then out of his knapsack he drew a fine fiddle
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| And he played her such merry tunes that you ever did hear
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| And he played her such merry tunes that the valleys did ring
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| «Oh», softly cried the fair maide,"hear the Nightingale sing."
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| Cho
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| «Now I’m off to India for several long years,»
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| «Drinkin' Wine and strong whiskey instead of pale beer.»
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| «But if ever I return again, it will be in the spring,»
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| «And we’ll both sit down together, Love, to hear the Nightingale sing
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| Cho
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| „Oh“, then said the fair maide,"won't you merry me?»
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| «Oh no», said the soldier, «however can that be?»
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| «For I’ve me own wife at home in the old country,»
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| «And she is the fairest little thing that you ever did see.» |