THE NIGHTINGALE
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer
SOURCE'S SOURCE: Margaret Chrystl [17A 148*3 + T Bikel/C Gooding
TEXT:
D
My sweetheart come along, don't you hear the sweet song
D A7 D A7
Of the beautiful nightingale flow
D A7 D A7
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
D G D A7 D A7
As she sings in the valley below
D A7 D
As she sings in the valley below
Pray leave me alone, I have hands of my own
And along with you I'll not go
For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Pretty Polly, don't fail, and I'll carry your pail
Straight home to your cottage we'll go
We will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Pray sit yourself down with me on the ground
On the banks where the primroses grow
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Down in yonder grove there is an alcove
And violets around it do spring
Just by in a bush there sits a song thrush
'Twill charm you to hear how she sings....
Why hark, my love, hark, why yonder's a lark
She warbles and pleases me so
That the beautiful tale of the sweet nightingale
Will never entice me to go....
The two lovers agreed to be married with speed
And straight to the church they did go
Now no more she's afraid to go down in the shade
Or to walk in the valley below....
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THE NIGHTINGALE
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer
SOURCE'S SOURCE: Margaret Chrystl [17A 148*3 + T Bikel/C Gooding
TEXT:
D
My sweetheart come along, don't you hear the sweet song
D A7 D A7
Of the beautiful nightingale flow
D A7 D A7
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
D G D A7 D A7
As she sings in the valley below
D A7 D
As she sings in the valley below
Pray leave me alone, I have hands of my own
And along with you I'll not go
For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Pretty Polly, don't fail, and I'll carry your pail
Straight home to your cottage we'll go
We will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Pray sit yourself down with me on the ground
On the banks where the primroses grow
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Down in yonder grove there is an alcove
And violets around it do spring
Just by in a bush there sits a song thrush
'Twill charm you to hear how she sings....
Why hark, my love, hark, why yonder's a lark
She warbles and pleases me so
That the beautiful tale of the sweet nightingale
Will never entice me to go....
The two lovers agreed to be married with speed
And straight to the church they did go
Now no more she's afraid to go down in the shade
Or to walk in the valley below....
SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer
SOURCE'S SOURCE: Margaret Chrystl [17A 148*3 + T Bikel/C Gooding
TEXT:
D
My sweetheart come along, don't you hear the sweet song
D A7 D A7
Of the beautiful nightingale flow
D A7 D A7
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
D G D A7 D A7
As she sings in the valley below
D A7 D
As she sings in the valley below
Pray leave me alone, I have hands of my own
And along with you I'll not go
For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Pretty Polly, don't fail, and I'll carry your pail
Straight home to your cottage we'll go
We will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Pray sit yourself down with me on the ground
On the banks where the primroses grow
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....
Down in yonder grove there is an alcove
And violets around it do spring
Just by in a bush there sits a song thrush
'Twill charm you to hear how she sings....
Why hark, my love, hark, why yonder's a lark
She warbles and pleases me so
That the beautiful tale of the sweet nightingale
Will never entice me to go....
The two lovers agreed to be married with speed
And straight to the church they did go
Now no more she's afraid to go down in the shade
Or to walk in the valley below....