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A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V W X
Y Z ...

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A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V W X
Y Z ...



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The Cuckoo

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The Cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings, she tells us no lies,
She sucks little birds eggs to make 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 free.

A-walking, a-talking and 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.

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

The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings, she 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.