The Cuckoo
	Vocal - Paddy Thoyts

Oh the cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies, she bringeth good tidings, she telleth no lies;
She sucketh sweet flowers to keep her voice clear and when she sings Cuckoo the summer draweth near.

A-walking and a-talking, and a-walking was I to meet my sweet Billy, he'll come by and bye.
To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, a-walking and a-talking from morning till night

O meeting is a pleasure and parting is a grief, an inconstant lover is worse than a thief;
A thief can but rob me of all that I have but an inconstant lover, will bring me to the grave.

The grave it will recieve me and bring me to dust, an inconstant lover no maiden can trust;
He'll court you, cajole you poor maids to decieve, there is not one in twenty a maiden can believe.

Come all you sweet maidens wherever you be, your hearts - do not hang them on a sycamore tree.
The leaf it will wither, the root will decay, alack! I'm foresaken and wasting away