The Cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And tells us no lies
She sucks on the wild bird's eggs
To keep her boys clear
And when she sings Cuckoo
The summer grows near
As I was awoken
By the side of a bush
I heard two birds whistling
The blackbird and the thrush
I asked them the reason
So happy they be
And the answer that they gave me
We are single, and we are free
A walkin' and a talkin'
A walkin' was I
To meet my true lover
here would be there by and by
To meet him in the meadow
Is all my delight
A walkin' and a talkin'
From morning 'till night
For meeting it is a pleasure
Oh but a parting, t'is a grief
And an inconstant lover
Is far worse than a thief
A thief he will but rob you
And steal all you have
But an inconstant lover
Will send you to the grave
Oh the grave it will rot you
And turn you in to dust
An inconstant lover
No maiden can trust
He'll court you and kiss you
Ne'er he'll be true
And the very next moment
He'll bid you adieu
So warn you young and tender maids
From take a warning by me
Never set your heart on a sycamore tree
His green leaves they will weather
His roots they will decay
And the fair looks of a pretty young maid
Will soon fade away
The Cuckoo she's, a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And tells us no lies
When our time has come
Her voice we don't hear
And where she goes, we do not know
Until another year

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