The cuckoo bird
The cuckoo is a funny bird, ahe sings as she flies She'll bring you glad tidings, she'll tell you no lies She sips from the pretty flowers to make her voice clear And she'll never sing cuckoo till the spring of the year A-walking and a-talking, and a-wonderling go I A-walking for my true love, he'll come by and by I'll meet him in the morning for he's all mu delight I could walk with my true love from morning to night Come all you fair maidens, take warning from me Don't place your affection on a young man too free For leaves they do wither, and roots they do die And your love he will leave you and he'll never say why But if he will leave me, I'll not be forlorn And if he'll forswear me, I'll not be forsworn I'll get myself up in my best finery And I'll walk as proud by him as he walks by me