The Nightingale Lyrics
| Song | The Nightingale |
| Artist | Karan Casey & John Doyle |
| Album | Exiles Return |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:13.080] | Oh woeful was the day when I was pressed to sail afar |
| [00:25.520] | And leave behind the girl I loved in the town of Ballinagard |
| [00:33.100] | The shady groves were my delight till I was forced to sail |
| [00:40.320] | You all may guess at my distress lying in the Nightingale |
| [00:48.730] | Grief and woe that I must go and fight for England’s King |
| [00:55.720] | I do not know his friends or foe and war’s a cruel thing |
| [01:02.870] | The Nightingale lies near at hand, my time alas is brief |
| [01:10.390] | From pearling streams and mountain rills I part with bitter grief |
| [01:18.840] | No more I’ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side |
| [01:25.910] | Or stroll along the sun-bright rills or view my land with pride |
| [01:33.520] | We sail away at dawn of day. Our sails are ready set. |
| [01:40.790] | When Old Ireland’s shore I see no more, I will sigh with deep regret |
| [01:52.380] | |
| [02:10.730] | Now all is changed and I must range across the ocean wide |
| [02:23.790] | Our ship she may in Biscay Bay be sunk beneath the tide |
| [02:31.160] | If I should fall by a cannonball or sink beneath the sea |
| [02:38.620] | Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me |
| [02:47.370] | But if God should spare my graying hair and bring me back again |
| [02:55.880] | I will love far more my Antrim shore, it’s dark blue hills and glens |
| [03:03.410] | Around my fire but one desire God grant till life shall fail |
| [03:10.500] | To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
| [03:19.930] | To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
| [03:30.460] |
| [00:13.080] | Oh woeful was the day when I was pressed to sail afar |
| [00:25.520] | And leave behind the girl I loved in the town of Ballinagard |
| [00:33.100] | The shady groves were my delight till I was forced to sail |
| [00:40.320] | You all may guess at my distress lying in the Nightingale |
| [00:48.730] | Grief and woe that I must go and fight for England' s King |
| [00:55.720] | I do not know his friends or foe and war' s a cruel thing |
| [01:02.870] | The Nightingale lies near at hand, my time alas is brief |
| [01:10.390] | From pearling streams and mountain rills I part with bitter grief |
| [01:18.840] | No more I' ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side |
| [01:25.910] | Or stroll along the sunbright rills or view my land with pride |
| [01:33.520] | We sail away at dawn of day. Our sails are ready set. |
| [01:40.790] | When Old Ireland' s shore I see no more, I will sigh with deep regret |
| [01:52.380] | |
| [02:10.730] | Now all is changed and I must range across the ocean wide |
| [02:23.790] | Our ship she may in Biscay Bay be sunk beneath the tide |
| [02:31.160] | If I should fall by a cannonball or sink beneath the sea |
| [02:38.620] | Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me |
| [02:47.370] | But if God should spare my graying hair and bring me back again |
| [02:55.880] | I will love far more my Antrim shore, it' s dark blue hills and glens |
| [03:03.410] | Around my fire but one desire God grant till life shall fail |
| [03:10.500] | To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
| [03:19.930] | To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
| [03:30.460] |
| [00:13.080] | Oh woeful was the day when I was pressed to sail afar |
| [00:25.520] | And leave behind the girl I loved in the town of Ballinagard |
| [00:33.100] | The shady groves were my delight till I was forced to sail |
| [00:40.320] | You all may guess at my distress lying in the Nightingale |
| [00:48.730] | Grief and woe that I must go and fight for England' s King |
| [00:55.720] | I do not know his friends or foe and war' s a cruel thing |
| [01:02.870] | The Nightingale lies near at hand, my time alas is brief |
| [01:10.390] | From pearling streams and mountain rills I part with bitter grief |
| [01:18.840] | No more I' ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side |
| [01:25.910] | Or stroll along the sunbright rills or view my land with pride |
| [01:33.520] | We sail away at dawn of day. Our sails are ready set. |
| [01:40.790] | When Old Ireland' s shore I see no more, I will sigh with deep regret |
| [01:52.380] | |
| [02:10.730] | Now all is changed and I must range across the ocean wide |
| [02:23.790] | Our ship she may in Biscay Bay be sunk beneath the tide |
| [02:31.160] | If I should fall by a cannonball or sink beneath the sea |
| [02:38.620] | Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me |
| [02:47.370] | But if God should spare my graying hair and bring me back again |
| [02:55.880] | I will love far more my Antrim shore, it' s dark blue hills and glens |
| [03:03.410] | Around my fire but one desire God grant till life shall fail |
| [03:10.500] | To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
| [03:19.930] | To keep me far from cruel war and from the Nightingale |
| [03:30.460] |
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