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Once I had a nightingale
pretty, bright, and gay
till I shot my nightingale
and in my arms she lay

Oh sing for me my nightingale
brighten up my day
and I’ll smile for my nightingale
and in my arms she’ll lay

So, she sang, my nightingale
sweetly, loud, and clear
and when she stopped, my nightingale,
I softly shed a tear

Oh sing for me my nightingale
brighten up my day
or else I’ll leave my nightingale
I’ll have no cause to stay

And so she sang, my nightingale,
to brighten up my day
but when she stopped, my nightingale,
I quickly turned away

Sing for me, my nightingale
brighten up my day
or else I’ll shoot my nightingale
and all alone she’ll lay

So she sang, my nightingale
but soon her voice was stayed
then I shot my nightingale
and in my arms she lay.

Oh sing for me my nightingale,
once again for me
and I will kiss my nightingale
soft, and tenderly

She didn’t sing, my nightingale
quiet in death was she
so I kissed my nightingale
soft and tenderly

Once I had a nightingale
she brightened up my day
‘till I shot my nightingale
and in my arms she lay