One Morning in May

One morning, one morning, one morning in May

I 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 gliding hear the nightingale sing

Now they had not been standing but a minute or two

And out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew

And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring

Oh hark cried the maiden hear the nightingale sing

Oh maiden fair maiden its time to give over

Oh 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 gliding hear the nightingale sing

Oh soldier kind soldier will you marry me?

Oh no, pretty maiden that never shall be

I've a wife in London and children twice three

Two wives and the armies too many for me

Well I'll go back to London and I'll stay there for a year

Its 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 gliding hear the nightingale sing

To see the waters gliding hear the nightingale sing