Traditional
The Cuckoo
The cuckoo's 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 walked down by the side of a bush
I heard two birds whistling, the blackbird and the thrush
I asked them the reason so 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 meadows is all my delight
A-walking and talking from morning till night

Meeting is pleasure but parting is a grief
And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief
A thief can but rob me and take all I have
But an inconstant lover sends me to my grave

And the grave, it will rot me and bring me to dust
An inconstant lover no maiden can trust
They'll court you and kiss you and vow they'll be true
And the very next moment they'll bid you adieu

The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings, tells us no lies
And when her time is come, her voice we don't hear
And where she goes we do not know until another year