The Cuckoo
The cuckoo is a pretty bird she sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings, tells us no lies
She sucks the little birds' eggs to keep her voice clear
And when she sings 'cuckoo' the summer draws near.
As I was a-walking by the side of a bush
I heard two birds whistling, the blackbird and the thrush
I asked them politely why merry they be
And the answer they gave me: 'We are single and we are free!'
A-walking, a-talking, a-walking was I
To meet my true lover, he'll come by and by
To meet him in the meadow is all my delight
A-walking and talking from morning 'til night.
Oh meeting's a pleasure but parting is a grief
And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief
A thief he will rob me and take all I have
But an inconstant lover sends me to the grave
And the grave it will rob me and bring me to dust
An inconstant lover no woman can trust
He'll court you and kiss you and vow he'll be true
And the very next moment he'll bid you 'adieu'.
The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings, tells us no lies
And when her time has come, her voice sweetens here
And where she goes, we do not know until another year.
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