Right-o, for you and Miss Lindsey, but what about nightingales' tongues for my author?
And Jordan, those sweet banks of thine, With woods so full of nightingales.
The swallows, nightingales, and cuckoos were a fortnight after their usual time.
We will sing it, Jimmy, as no nightingales could ever sing it.
Nightingales here and there, new-comers, tune their timid April song.