The Cuckoo

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird; she sings as she flies She bringeth good tidings; she telleth no lies She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear And the more she singeth "cuckoo" the summer draweth near [Verse 2] As I was a-walking and talking one day I met my own true love as he came that way Though the meeting was a pleasure, though the courting was a woe For I found him false-hearted; he'd kiss me, and then he'd go [Verse 3] I wish I were a scholar and could handle the pen I'd write to my lover and to all roving men I would tell them of the grief and woe that attend all their lies I would wish them have pity on the flower when it dies [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] I wish I were a scholar and could handle the pen I'd write to my lover and to all roving men I would tell them of the grief and woe that attend all their lies I would wish them have pity on the flower when it dies [Verse 2] As I was a-walking and talking one day I met my own true love as he came that way Though the meeting was a pleasure, though the courting was a woe For I found him false-hearted; he'd kiss me, and then he'd go [Verse 1] Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird; she sings as she flies She bringeth good tidings; she telleth no lies She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear And the more she singeth "cuckoo" the summer draweth near [Outro] And the more she singeth "cuckoo" the summer draweth near