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One Morning in May, James Taylor (/Trad.?)
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 mornin, good mornin, good mornin said he
And where are you going, my pretty lady
Im goin out a-walkin, on the banks of the sea
Just to see the waters glide, and hear the nightingale sing
Now they had not been standing, but a minute or two
When 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, tis time to give oer
Oh no, kind soldier please play one tune more
For Id rather hear your fiddle, at the touch of one string
Than to see the waters glide, and hear the nightingale sing
Oh soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me
Oh no, pretty maiden, that never shall be
Ive a wife in olde London, and children, twice three
Two wives and the armys too many for me
Well Ill go back to London, and Ill stay there for a year
Its often that Ill think of you, my little dear
And if ever I return, it will be in the spring
Just to see the waters glide, and hear the nightingale sing
To see the waters glide, and hear the nightingale sing