The Cuckoo

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies
She'll bring you glad tidings, she'll tell you no lies
She sips from pretty flowers to make her voice so clear
She'll never sing cuckoo 'til the spring of the year

A-wandering and a-walking, and a-wandering go I
Waiting for my true love, I know he'll come by and by
And I'll walk with my true love for he's all my delight
I could walk with my true love from morning 'til night

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies
She'll bring you glad tidings, she'll tell you no lies

Come all you pretty women, take this warning from me
Don't place your affection on a young man who's too free
For leaves they do wither, and roots they do die
And your love he might leave you, and he might never say why

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, and she warbles as she flies
She'll bring you glad tidings, she'll tell you no lies