The Merry Cuckoo

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Benjamin Britten - Pop

The Merry Cuckoo

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Lyrics

The merry cuckoo, messenger of spring His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded: That warns all lovers wait upon their king Who now is coming forth with garlands crowned With noise thereof the quire of birds resounded Their anthems sweet devised of love's praise That all the woods their echoes back rebounded As if they knew the meaning of their lays But 'mongst them all, which did Love's honour raise No word was heard of her that most it ought But she his precept proudly disobeys And doth this idle message set at nought Therefore O love, unless she turn to thee Ere Cuckoo end, let her a rebel be

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Credits

Writers
  • Edmund Spenser
  • Benjamin Britten