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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 volun	teer

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"Good	morning, good	morning, good	morning," said	he

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"And	where are you	going, my	pretty la	dy?"

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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	rise and hear the	Nightingale	sing"

	A G D A
	Now they had not been standing but a minute or two

	A G D E
	When out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew

	A F#m D A
	And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring

	A D E A
	"O hark," cried the maiden, "hear the Nightingale sing."

	A G D A
	"O maiden, fair maiden, it's time to give o'er."

	A G D E
	"O no, kind soldier, please play one tune more

	A F#m D A
	For I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string

	A D E A
	Than to see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing."

	A G D A
	"O soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me?"

	A G D E
	"O no, pretty maiden, that never shall be;

	A F#m D A
	I've a wife now in London and children twice three

	A D E A
	Two wives and the army's too many for me."

	A G D A
	"Well, I'll go back to London and I'll stay there for a year

	A G D E
	It's often that I'll think of you, my little dear

	A F#m D A
	And if ever I return, it will be in the spring

	A D E A
	Just to see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing

	A D E A
	To see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing."