X:191
T:Cuckoo, The
R:song
D:Anne Briggs
Z:id:hn-song-191
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:Dmix
A | (GF) D3 F | DC A,3 G, | A,2 D2 (GF) | D4
A2 | c2 A2 D2 | (cB) (A2GF) | G2 A2 c2 | A4
D2 | cB A2 D2 | c2 (AG) F2 | G2 A2 c2 | A4
A2 | (GF) G2 F2 | D C3 (A,G,) | A,2 D2 (GF) | D4 ||
W:The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies.
W:She brings us good tidings, tells us no lies.
W:She sucks the little birds' eggs to keep her voice clear,
W:And when she sings "cuckoo" the summer draws near.
W:
W:As I walked down by the side of a bush
W:I heard two birds whistling, the blackbird and the thrush.
W:I asked them the reason so merry they be,
W:And the answer they gave me, we are single and we are free.
W:
W:A-walking, a-talking, a-walking was I,
W:To meet my true lover, he'll come by and by,
W:To meet him in the meadows is all my delight,
W:A-walking and talking from morning till night.
W:
W:Meeting is pleasure but parting is a grief
W:And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief.
W:A thief can but rob me and take all I have,
W:But an inconstant lover sends me to the grave.
W:
W:And the grave, it will rot me and bring me to dust,
W:An inconstant lover no maiden can trust,
W:They'll court you and kiss you and vow they'll be true
W:And the very next moment they'll bid you adieu.
W:
W:The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
W:She brings us glad tidings, tells us no lies,
W:And when her time is come, her voice we don't hear,
W:And where she goes we do not know until another year.