Here is the song I know with the same title. Similar story to The Nightingale, but different tune.

One morning, one morning, one morning in May,
I spied a young couple; they were making their way.
Well, 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?"
"Well, I'm going out a-walking on the banks of the sea,
Just to see the water's tide and hear the nightingale sing."

Well, they had not been standing for a minute or two,
When out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew,
And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring,
"Hark!" cried the maiden. "Hear the nightingale sing."

"Oh maiden, fair maiden, 'tis time to give on."
"Oh no, fine soldier, please play one tune more,
For I'd rather hear your fiddle with the touch of one string,
Than to see the water's tide and hear the nightingale sing.

"Oh soldier, fine soldier, will you marry me?"
"Oh no, fairest maiden, that never ever can be.
For I have a wife at home and children twice three.
Two wives and the army's too many for me."

"But I'll go back to London and stay for a year.
And it's often I'll think of you, my little dear.
And if ever I return, it'll be in the spring,
Just to see the water's tide and hear the nightingale sing."

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 29-Aug-02.