Oh the cuckoo
She is a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings
and she tells us no lies
She sucks on pretty flowers
to make her voice clear
She never says cuckoo
'til the spring of the year
Come all you young women
Take warning by me
Never give your affections
to the love of a man
For the roots they will wither
The branches decay
He'll turn his back on you
and he'll walk square away
If you do forsake me
I'll not be forswarned
And you'll be mistaken
if you think that I'll mourn
For I'll raise myself up to
some higher degree
I'll walk as light by him
as he do by me
Oh the cuckoo
She is a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings
and she tells us no lies
She sucks on pretty flowers
to make her voice clear
She never says cuckoo
'til the spring of the year