| Song | The Nightingale |
| Artist | Miranda Sex Garden |
| Album | Madra |
| the nightingale | |
| so soon as april bringeth | |
| unto her rested sense a perfect waking | |
| while late bare earth | |
| proud of new clothing springeth | |
| sings out her woes a thorn her song book making | |
| and mournfully bewailing | |
| her throat in tunes expresseth | |
| what grief her breast expresseth |