Traditional
(by David Wilkie)
As I was out walking and rambling one day,
I spied a fair couple a’coming my way.
One was a Lady, as fair as could be,
And the other was a Cowboy, and a brave one was he.
He said, “Where are you going my pretty, fair maid?”
“Just down by the River, just down by the shade,
Just down by the River, just down by the spring
to see the Wild Rippling Water and hear the Nightingale sing.”
Well they hadn’t been there but an hour or so
‘Til he drew from his satchel a fiddle and bow.
He tuned his old fiddle all on the high string,
and he played this tune over and over again.
Then saith the Cowboy, “I should be gone.”
“No, no,” saith the pretty maid, “just play one more song;
I’d rather hear the fiddle just played on one string
than see the Wild Rippling Water and hear the Nightingale sing.