Classic Poem

“Oh, Nancy, my heart,”
Don't you hear the sweet lark?
Don't you hear the sweet nightingale sing?
Don't you hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale,
How she sings in the valley below,
How she sings in the valley below?

‘Oh, Nancy, don't fail!
May I carry thy pail?
May I carry thy pail to the cow?’
But the maid she replied,
‘I'll not walk by thy side,
To milk in the valley below,
To milk in the valley below.’

‘Now sit yourself down
All on this cold ground,
I'll do you no harm, I avow.’
But the more she was afraid
For to walk by his side
Or to milk in the valley below,
Or to milk in the valley below.

This couple agreed,
They were married with speed,
They were married the very next day.
Now no more she's afraid
To walk by his side,
Or to milk in the valley below,
Or to milk in the valley below.