The Sweet Nightingale (A)

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T:The Sweet Nightingale (A)
B:Cecil Sharp's Collection of English Folk Songs, ed Maud Karpeles , Oxford University Press, 1974
S:Richard Marley (58) at Chibbet's Ford, Somerset, 20 August 1907
Z:Cecil Sharp
M:3/4     %Meter
L:1/8     %
K:G
DD |G2 D2 G2 |G4 ((3:2ABc) |B2 A2 c2 | B4
w:How de-light-ful it is, to__ walk with your love
GB |d2 d2 d2 |B2 (BA) (GB) |A2 G2 F2 | G4
w:Talk-ing sweet prat-tling tales in_ the_ dimst of the grove
Bd |c2 c2 c2 |(e2 d2) (cB) |A2 A2 (dc) | B4
w:Where the flow-ers smell sweet_ and_ so does the_ fields.
BA |G2 G2 BA |G2 G2 (GF) |E2 C2 D2 | G4
w:What a plea-sure and de-light when the_ sum-mer draws near,
GB |d2 d2 ed |B2 B2 (Bd) |d2 B2 A2 | G4 |]
w:What a plea-sure and de-light when the_ sum-mer draws near.
W:<b>Version A</b>
W:
W:How delightful it is in the time of the spring
W:When the birds are around us, so delightful they sing,
W:When the leaves on the trees and the blossom does appear,
W:And so happy are we when the summer draws near,
W:Then so happy are we when the summer draws near.
W:
W:When Phoebus draws near on the side of the lime,
W:When out upon us the the summer does shine,
W:When the little birds all around us they do warble their breast,
W:And the cuckoo she doth join her notes with the rest,
W:And the cuckoo she sing her notes with the rest.
W:
W:How delightful it is, to walk with your love
W:Talking sweet prattling tales in the dimst of the grove
W:Where the flowers smell sweet and so does the fields.
W:What a pleasure and delight when the summer draws near,
W:What a pleasure and delight when the summer draws near.
W:
W:It's not your fine cities nor your lofty high towers
W:Would ever be compared with our sweet shady bowers
W:... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
W:
W:<b>Version B</b>
W:
W:Hark, hark my dear heart,
W:Don't you hear the sweet lark,
W:Don't you hear the sweet nightingale sing?
W:And to hear my fond tale
W:And the sweet nightingale
W:As she sings in the meadows below, below, below, below, below,
W:As she sings in the meadows below.
W:
W:Pretty Nancy don't fail.
W:Shall I carry your pail,
W:Shall I carry your pail to the cow?
W:And hear my fond tale (etc)
W:
W:Pray leave me alone
W:For I've hands of my own,
W:I've hands of my own, that I'll vow.
W:I won't hear your false tale, (etc)
W:
W:Now this couple agreed
W:And were married with speed,
W:And married with speed, I declare,
W:And they're not afraid to walk in the shade,
W:Or to walk in those meadows below.
W:
W:<b>Version C</b>
W:
W:My sweetheart come along.
W:Don't you hear the fond song,
W:The sweet notes of the nightingale flow?
W:Don't you hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
W:As she sings in valleys below,
W:As she sings in the valleys below.
W:
W:<b>Version D</b>
W:
W:(No lyrics provided)
W:
W:<b>Version E</b>
W:
W:Come all you fond hearts,
W:Don't you know the sweet lark,
W:Don't you know the sweet nightingale sing?
W:For I'll tell you a tale of a sweet nightingale
W:That sings in those valleys below, below, below, below,
W:That sings in those valleys below.
W:
W:<b>Version F</b>
W:
W:O Nancy my heart, don't you hear the sweet lark,
W:Don't you hear the sweet nightingale sing?
W:Don't you hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale,
W:How she sings in those valleys below, below,
W:How she sings in those valleys below.  

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