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One Morning in May - Pierre Bensusa
One morning, one morning,
one morning in May
I spied a young couple,
they were making their way
One was a maiden so bright and so fair
And the other was a soldier
and a brave volunteer
Good morning, good morning,
good morning said he
And where are you going my pretty lady
I'm going out a walking
on the banks of the sea
Just to see the waters gliding
hear the nightingale sing
well they had not been standing
but a minute or two
when out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew
And the tune that he played
made the valleys all ring
Oh hark cried the maiden
hear the nightingale sing
Oh maiden fair maiden
it's time to give over
Oh no, kind soldier please
play one tune more
For I'd rather hear your fiddle
at the touch of one string
Than to see the waters gliding
hear the nightingale sing
Oh soldier kind soldier will you marry me
Oh no, pretty maiden that never shall be
I've a wife in London
and children twice three
Two wives and the armies too many for me
Well I'll go back to London
and I'll stay there for a year
It's often that I'll think of you my little dear
And if ever I return it will be in the spring
Just to see the waters gliding
hear the nightingale sing
One morning, one morning,
one morning in May
I spied a young couple,
they were making their way
One was a maiden so bright and so fair
And the other was a soldier
and a brave volunteer
