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