The Cuckoo

The cuckoo’s a fine bird, he sings as he flies

He brings us good tidings and tells us no lies

He sucks the sweet flowers to make his voice sing

And the more he cries cuckoo the summer is near

Jack of Diamonds I know you of old

You robbed my poor pocket of silver and gold

The cuckoo’s a fine bird, she sings as she flies

She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies

She sucks the sweet flowers to make her voice sing

And the more he cries cuckoo the summer is near