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One morning, one morning, one morning in May
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I spied a young couple, they were making their way
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One was a maiden, so bright and so fair
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and the other was a soldier and a brave volunteer

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"Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning," said he 
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"And where are you going, My pretty lady?"
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"I'm going out a-walking on the banks of the sea
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Just to see the waters gliding, hear the Nightingale sing."

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Now 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 made the valleys all ring
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"O hark," cried the maiden, "hear the Nightingale sing."

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"O maiden, fair maiden, it's time to give o'er." 
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"O no, kind soldier, please play one tune more
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For I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string
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Than to see the waters gliding, hear the Nightingale sing."

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"O soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me?" 
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"O no, pretty maiden, that never shall be;
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I've a wife now in London and children twice three
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Two wives and the army's too many for me." 

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"Well, I'll go back to London and I'll stay there for a year 
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It's often that I'll think of you, my little dear
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And if ever I return, it will be in the spring 
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Just to see the waters gliding, hear the Nightingale sing."
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to see the waters gliding, hear the Nightingale sing."