Traditional
Fly Up My Cock
Fly up my cock
You're my well-fathered cock
But don't crow till the break of day
And your red rosy comb
Shall it be of the beaten gold
And your neck of the silvery grey

My cock he flew up
And my cock he flew down
But he crowed one hour too soon
And this young man arose
And he hurried on his clothes
But it was only the light of the moon

Oh when will ye come back
My dear Jimmy she said
For to wed with a gay golden ring?
Seven moons said he
Shining over the lea
And the sky to yield up no more rain

For now I do see
Of the contrary way
And I am forced to live single or be bound