go away pretty willy and let me alone
for i am a strange girl and a long way from home
and take all you have
your grave it will molder
and then you to dust
that a poor girl can trust
and the green leaves on the timber
I'll meet him in the meadow
and four can talk with him from morning till night
the cuckoo
glad tidings and tells us no lies
poetry fair maids and listen to me
place your affections on the green groove tree
and they'll leave you by the cradle
saying look baby bye
saying look baby bye
wanting look baby bye
