The little pretty nightingale - late 15thC/Early 16thC
The little pretty nightingale
Among the leaves so fair and green
I would I were with her all night
But yet ye know not whom I mean
The nightingale sat on a briar
Among the thorns so sharp and keen
And comfort me with merry cheer
But yet ye know not whom I mean
She did appear all of her kind
A lady fair right well be-seen
With words of love told me her mind
But yet ye know not whom I mean
Lady, I cried with ruefull moan
Have mind of me that true hath been
For I love none but you alone
But yet ye know not whom I mean
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The Little Pretty Nightingale
