>       The Logger (source: Melvin Wine, Copen, W. Va.
>
>One morning, one morning, one morning in May
>I spied a young couple a-going away,
>They were going down yonder to the foot of a stream
>To hear the waters gliding, hear the nightingale sing.
>
>They had not been there but a moment or two
>When out of his pocket a fiddle he drew,
>He played and he played till he made the hills ring,
>"Hark, hark" said the lady, "How the logger can sing!"
>
>"And now" said the lady, "Just play one tune more."
>"Oh no," said the logger, "It's time to give o'er,"
>But he tuned up the fiddle, raised higher the string,
>And then he played the same tune over and over again.
>
>"And now" said the lady, "Will you marry me?"
>"Oh no," said the logger, "That never can be,
>For I've a wife in old Ireland, and children twice three;
>Two wives makes an army, too many for me!
>
>"But I'll go back to Ireland and stay there a year,
>I'll drink sweet water instead of strong beer,
>But if ever I return, it will be in the spring,
>To hear the waters gliding, hear the nightingale sing.

I copied the above lyrics from http://listserv.brown.edu/archives/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind0009C&L=fiddle-l&F=&S=&P=6268

Slightly different Melvin lyrics from http://www.drfiddle.com/pdf/MW_One_Morning_in_May_-_Melody.pdf. Notes: From the Melvin Wine Collection at http://www.DrFiddle.com
Transcribed by Austin Rogers, PhD from a field recording found at the Digital Library of Appalachia
http://dla.acaweb.org/cdm/singleitem/collection/berea/id/746/rec/1
Verse 1:
One morning, one morning, one morning in May
I spied a fair couple a−makin' their way
And one was a lady, a lady so fair
And the other was a logger with waving black hair
Verse 2:
Oh, where are you goin', this morning so soon?
Come down to the river for a place to sit down
He pulled out his fiddle and he tuned up the string
And he played the waters glidin', hear the nightingale sing
Verse 3:
Said the logger to the lady, it's time to give o'er
Oh no, said the lady, please play one tune more
I'd rather hear you fiddle, or the touch of one string
Than to see the waters glidin', hear the nightingale sing
Verse 4:
Said the lady to the logger, won't you marry me?
Oh no, said the logger, that never can be
I've a wife in old Ireland and children twice three
One wife is a−plenty too many for me
Verse 5:
I'll go back to old Ireland and I'll stay just one year
I'll drink of the wine and I'll drink of the beer
And if ever I return it will be in the spring
To see the waters glidin', hear the nightingale sing



My sister Annie also learned this from Melvin with slight variations in the lyrics, including the verse that Melvin stopped singing in mixed company. When I can get the lyrics she learned from Melvin I'll post them.

the drfiddle website has the music and the lyrics (again slightly different in places) transscribed from a recording at the Digital Library of Appalachia at