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The nightingale, the merry nightingale,

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first_lineThe nightingale, the merry nightingale,
lyricThe nightingale, the merry nightingale,
she sweetly sits and sings.
The pretty nimble doe doth tripit to and fro,
the wild horse kicks and flings.
The cuckoo, he doth fly from tree to tree,
and merrily through the woods cuckoo rings.
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