Lyrics:
When my sire was twenty years,
And a poacher without fears,
Neath the moonlight full of joy,
He first kiss'd his Resiroy
As he kiss'd her in the vale,
Then just sang a nightingale.
Now these two in their delight
Oft wish'd by day and night,
chorus:
Sing again, sing again nightingale,
That sweet strain, sing again,
Sing again, sing again nightingale,
As thou sangest in the vale.
Sing again, sing again nightingale,
As thou sangest in the vale.
When my sire was eighty years,
An old grumbler, full of fears,
As he sat beside the brook,
After maiden long he'd look,
Then he sigh'd oh dearie me,
Where may not my Resi be.
Then he shouted like a boy
And sang aloud with joy.