The Cuckoo

Oh, the cuckoo is a pretty bird

And it sings as it flies

It'll bring us glad tidings

It'll tell us no lies

Sips the dew in the morning

To keep its voice clear

And the clearer its singing so

The summer draws near

A-walkin' and a-talkin'

And a-walkin' went she

For to meet her own true love

Beside yonder tree

For meeting is a pleasure

Parting a grief

And a false-hearted lover

Is worse than a thief

For a thief he will rob you

Of all that you have

But a false-hearted lover

Will lead you to your grave

And the grave will rot you

Turn you to dust

There's not one man in twenty

That a woman can trust

For they tell you that they love you

And they'll always be true

But the very next morning

They bid you adieu

Oh, the heart's not a plaything

The heart's not a toy

If you want your heart broken

Give it to a boy

Oh, the cuckoo is a pretty bird

And it sings as it flies

It'll bring us glad tidings

It'll tell us no lies

Sips the dew in the morning

To keep its voice clear

And the clearer its singing so

The summer draws near