Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird and
she singeth as she flies
She brings such good tidings and
she tells us no lies
She sucks the small bird’s eggs
to keep her voice clear
And the more she sings cuckoo
the summer draws near
And when I have found him my joy and delight
I’ll welcome him kindly by day and by night
For the bells shall be aringing
and the drums make a noise
To welcome in my true love with ten thousand joys
For if meeting is pleasure and parting is grief
And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief
For a thief he will rob you and take all you have
But a falsehearted lover will lead you to the grave
But now I have found him my own heart’s delight
I will be true to my love by day and by night
I will be true to him as the little turtle dove
I never shall propose to my love propose to my love