Traditional

Do you happen to know of a young maid in need
Of a sweetheart? Here's one who is anxious to plead
It's a shame that a handsome young fellow like me
Should be left while the Nightingale sings in the tree
It's a shame that a handsome young fellow like me
Should be left while the Nightingale sings in the tree

In the wood and the meadow, beneath the bright moon
Every lad and his lass make the most of the June
The world's gone a wooing, excepting of me
And the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree,
The world's gone a wooing, excepting of me
And the nightingale sings to his mate in the tree.

The time it goes fast, there is none I can spare
And the nightingale's song will soon die in the air!
Don't you think, dearest Phyllis, you had better agree
To make love while the nightingale sings in the tree?
Don't you think, dearest Phyllis, you had better agree
To make love while the nightingale sings in the tree?