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T:The Sweet Nightingale
B:Broadwood, Lucy, 1893, English Country Songs, Leadenhall Press, London
S:Messrs Upfold and Stanford, Cranleigh, Surrey
Z:Lucy Broadwood
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
M:3/4     %Meter
L:1/8     %
K:E
B,2 |E3 E F2 |E4 (EG) |G2 E2 (GB) | (A2{BA}G2)
w:One morn-ing in May by_ chance I did_ rove_
(EG) |B2 G2 B2 |c2 B2 E2 |G2 B2 (AG) | (G2{AG}F2)
w: I_ sat my-self down by the side of a_ grove,_
(GA) |B2 G2 e2 |B3 A G2 |A2 F2 B2 | (A2{BA}G2)
w:And_ there did I hear the sweet night-in-gale sing_
B,2 |G3/2G/ A2 B2 |(c2B2) B,2 |E3/2E/ F2 G2 | (F2E) z
w:I nev-er heard so sweet,_ I nev-er heard so sweet_
 B2 |e3/2e/ B2 c2 |A2 G2 e2 |G3 A F2 | E4 z2 |]
w: I nev-er heard so sweet as the birds in the Spring.
W:One morning in May by chance I did rove,
W:I sat myself down by the side of a grove,
W:And there did I hear the sweet nightingale sing,
W:I never heard so sweet as the birds in the Spring.
W:
W:All on the green grass I sat myself down
W:Where the voice of the nightingale echoed around;
W:Don't you hear how she quivers the notes? I declare
W:No music, no songster with her can compare.
W:
W:Come all you young men, I'll have you draw near,
W:I pray you now heed me these words for to hear,
W:That when you're grown old you may have it to sing,
W:That you never heard so sweet as the birds in the Spring.