One morning, one morning One morning in May I met a fair couple a makin' their way Oh one was a lady So neat and so fair The other was a soilder And a brave volunteer Good morning, good morning Good morning to thee Oh where are you going My pretty lady I'm a walking by the banks of the stream To see the waters a gliding Hear the nightingale sing They had not been standing But an hour or two When out of his napsack A fiddle he drew And the tune that he played Made the valleys all ring O harken, said the lady How the nightingale sing Pretty lady, pretty lady It's time to give o'er Oh no pretty soilder Please play one tune more For I'd rather hear your fiddle Or the touch of one string Than see the water's a gliding Hear the nightingale sing Pretty soilder, pretty soilder Won't you marry me Oh no pretty lady That never can be I have a wife in London And children twice three Two wives in the army's Too many for me I'll go back to London And stay there one year And often I'll think of you My little dear And if ever I return it shall be in the Spring To see the water's a gliding Hear the nightingale sing