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C.J.S.

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1

My sweet-heart, 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 the valleys below?

2

Pretty Betty, don't fail,

For I'll carry your pail

Safe home to your cot as we go;

You shall hear the fond tale

Of the sweet nightingale,

As she sings in the valleys below.

3

Pray let me alone,

I have hands of my own,

Along with you Sir, I'll not go,

To hear the fond tale

Of the sweet nightingale,

As she sings in the valleys below.

4

Pray sit yourself down

With me on the ground,

On this bank where the primroses grow,

You shall hear the fond tale

Of the sweet nightingale,

As she sings in the valleys below.

5

The couple agreed,

And were married with speed,

And soon to the church they did go;

No more is she afraid

For to walk in the shade,

Nor sit in those valleys below.