Corrected Nightengale

  (high g g g d d# a; low g g g c# d g) (G G° A, G G° B°|G/D G)
       C                         F°             C (trill a g)
  The Nightingale sighed for the moon's bright ray
                                 Am       E7     (trill b c#)
  And told his tale in his own melodious way!
  C7   F       (G7/D C) G  
  He sang "Ah, well-a-day!"
          Em        G7     C
  ALL He sang "Ah, well-a-day!"
  
  The lowly vale for the mountain vainly sighed,
  To his humble wail the echoing hills replied.
  They sang "Ah, well-a-day!"
  
  ALL They sang "Ah, well-a-day!"
  
                           C                       (B°)
  [RECITITIVO] I know the value of a kindly chorus,
        E7                       Am
  But choruses yield little consolation
                F         Bb°          F   A
  When we have pain and sorrow too before us!
        (Dm)      A°                   G
  I love -- and love, alas, above my station!
                   G+                   Em             G7
  BUT (aside). He loves -- and loves a lass above his station!
                    B7                B°              A°
  ALL (aside). Yes, yes, the lass is much above his station!
  
  (E D#° E B7 B° E, B7 E) or, (low e, < e d# c# b bb a g# b a g# e d# f# f f# g# e)
     E                        B7
  A maiden fair to see, the pearl of minstrelsy,
    F#m              E/B B
  A bud of blushing beauty;
   7   E          C#7              F#m             G#7 
  For whom proud nobles sigh, and with each other vie
     C#m     B       F#7 B  
  To do her menial's duty.
  
          B                F# B (or: f# highf#, e d# c# c# b)
  ALL: To do her menial's duty.
  
  7 A°                        E6  E       E5b   E
  A suitor, lowly born, with hopeless passion torn,
       B7           E° E
  And poor beyond denying,
       7                         A   
  Has dared for her to pine at whose exalted shrine
     C#m      G#7       C#m
  A world of wealth is sighing.
           E       C#m   G#7 C#m B7
  ALL. A world of wealth is sighing.
  
      E                       B    
  Unlearned he in aught save that which love has taught
        C#m          F#m   E B
  (For love had been his tutor);
  7    E/G#       C#7     B7                F#°
  Oh, pity, pity me--our captain's daughter she,
      E/B     F#   B7  C#m
  And I that lowly suitor!
  Oh, pity, pity me--our captain's daughter she, 
      F#7           B7  E  (E D#° E B7 B° E, B7 E) or, (low e, e d# c# b bb a g b a g# e, d# f# f f# g# e)
  And he that lowly suitor!