Lyrics as sung by Danny Spooner on "A Wench a Whale and a Pint of Good Ale" 1966

THE NIGHTINGALE
(as sung by Danny Spooner)

My sweetheart, come along, can’t you hear the fond 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 belo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow.
As she sings in the valley below.

Prepare t’it unveil, for I’ll carry your pail
Safe home to your cot as we go.
You shall hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley belo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow.
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 belo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow.
As she sings in the valley below.

Pray, sit yourself down 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 belo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow.
As she sings in the valley below.

This couple agreed to get married with speed,
Aye, 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 belo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow.
Or to sit in the valley below.