Ballads, etc. 199 Who shall wq, have to dinner, Willy, my pretty lad ? Father and mother, if you think it fit. Shan't we have anyone else, Willy, my pretty lad? Would you have me ask the king and queen ? I should think the girl was mad. Sweet Nightingale. My sweetheart, come along. Don't you hear the fond song. The sweet notes of the nightingale flow . Don't you hear the fond tale Of the sweet nightingale. As she sings in the valley below ? Pretty Betty, don't fail. For I'll carry your pail Safe home to your cot as we go ; You shall hear the fond tale Of a sweet nightingale. As she sings in the valley below. Pray let me alone, I have hands of my own. Along with you. Sir, I'll not go. To hear the fond tale Of the sweet nightingale. As she sings in the valley below. Pray sit yourself down With me on the ground. On this bank where the primroses grow ; You shall hear the fond tale Of the sweet nightingale, As she sings in the valley below.
