Sweet Nightingale - a Cornish folk song of courtship

This sweet song with its warbling chorus was said to be translated from Cornish and was popular with Cornish miners (strange match of man and voice). Baring-Gould collected it from several sources in Devon and Cornwall and thought it was normally a duet.There are a couple of extra verses here from early broadside -- there might be some interesting speculation about the symbolism of the various birds! Sung by Alan Rosevear in Exeter. Roud Number 371. This was a Jon Boden A Folk Song a Day. And my wife just said -- Oh that's Jackie Oates' song.
THE SWEET NIGHTINGALE

My sweetheart come along, don't you hear the fond song
the sweet notes of the nightingale flow
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below
As she sings in the valley below

Pretty Betty, don't fail, and I'll carry your pail
Straight home to your cottage we'll go
We will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....

Pray leave me alone, I have hands of my own
And along with you sir, I'll not go
For to hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....

Pray sit yourself down with me on the ground
On the banks where the primroses grow
You will hear the fond tale of the sweet nightingale
As she sings in the valley below....

Down in yonder grove there is an alcove
And violets around it do spring
Just by in a bush there sits a song thrush
'Twill charm you to hear how he sings....

Why hark, my love, hark, oh yonder's a lark
She warbles and pleases me so
That the beautiful tale of the sweet nightingale
Will never entice me to go....

The two lovers agreed to be married with speed
And straight to the church they did go
Now no more she's afraid to go down in the shade
Or to lie in the valley below....