Pretty maid, come along,
Don’t you hear the sweet 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,
As she sings in the valley below.
Pretty Betty, don’t fail,
For I’ll carry your pail
Safely home to your cot as we go.
You shall hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightgale,
As she sings in the valley below,
As she sings in the valley below.