Martyn Wyndham-Read sings The Nightingale

My sweetheart, come along, can’t you hear the fine song,
The sweet notes of the nightingale flow?
Can’t you hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
?? As she sings in the valley below. ??

Pretty Betsy, don’t fail, for I’ll carry your pail
Straight home to your cot as we go.
You shall hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
?? As she sings in the valley below. ??

Pray let me alone, I have hands of my own,
And along with you, sir, I’ll not go
For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
?? As she sings in the valley below. ??

Pray sit yourself down here with me on the ground,
On this bank where the wild primrose grow.
You shall hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
?? As she sings in the valley below. ??

This couple agreed to get married with speed
And soon to the church they did go.
No more is she afraid for to walk in the shade
?? Or to sit in the valley below. ??