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C. J. S. [Music]
1. My sweet-heart, come along. / Don't you hear the fond song / The sweet notes of the Nightingale flow? / Don't you hear the fond tale, / Of the sweet nightingale, / As she sings in the valleys below?
2. Pretty Betty, don't fail, / 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 valleys below.
3. Pray let me alone, / I have hands of my own, / Along with you Sir, I'll not go, / To hear the fond tale / Of the sweet nightingale, / As she sings in the valleys below.
4. Pray sit yourself down / With me on the ground, / On this bank where the primroses grow, / You shall hear the fond tale / Of the sweet nightingale, / As she sings in the valleys below.
5. The couple agreed, / And were married with speed, / And soon to the church they did go; / No more is she afraid / For to walk in the shade, / Nor sit in those valleys below.