Note: The italicized lines in this song should be appended to
each verse.
The
cuckoo is a pretty
bird, he sings as he flies
He bring us
glad tidings and tells us no
lies
He sucks little birds'
eggs to make his
voice clear
And
sings to us sweetly three times a year
Cuckoo in April, cuckoo in May
Cuckoo in June and July flies away
A-walking and a-talking and a-walking went I
To meet my true-lover, he'll come by and by
To meet him in the meadows it is my delight
Then I'll go a-walking from morning to night
For meeting is a pleasure and parting is a grief
And a false-hearted lover's far worse than a thief
A thief will but rob you and take all you've saved
But an inconstant lover will turn you to the grave
(British Isles folk song -- original author
unknown)