James Taylor - One Morning in May

      
 
 (Public Domain, arr. James Taylor )
 
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 One morning, one morning, one morning in May 
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 I spied a young couple, they were making their way 
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 One was a maiden, so bright and so fair 
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 and the other was a soldier and a brave volunteer 
 
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 "Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning," said he 
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 "And where are you going, My pretty lady?" 
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 "I'm going out a-walking on the banks of the sea 
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 Just to see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing." 
 
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 Now they had not been standing but a minute or two 
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 When out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew 
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 And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring 
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 "O hark," cried the maiden, "hear the Nightingale sing." 
 
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 "O maiden, fair maiden, it's time to give o'er." 
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 "O no, kind soldier, please play one tune more 
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 For I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string 
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 Than to see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing." 
 
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 "O soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me?" 
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 "O no, pretty maiden, that never shall be; 
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 I've a wife now in London and children twice three 
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 Two wives and the army's too many for me." 
 
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 "Well, I'll go back to London and I'll stay there for a year 
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 It's often that I'll think of you, my little dear 
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 And if ever I return, it will be in the spring 
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 Just to see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing 
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 To see the waters rise and hear the Nightingale sing."