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The Cuckoo
This is a very pretty song, but singing it well requires a lot of practice to make the octave reaches sound good.Dm C
Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
Bb C Dm
She singeth as she flies
Dm C
She bringeth good tidings
Bb C Dm
She telleth no lies
F C
She sucketh white flowers
Gm Dm
For to keep her voice clear
Bb Dm
And the more she singeth cuckoo
Gm A7 Dm
The summer draweth near.Dm C
As I was a-walking
Bb C Dm
And a-talking one day
Dm C
I met my own true love
Bb C Dm
As he came that way
F C
Oh to meet him was a pleasure
Gm Dm
Though the courting was a woe
Bb Dm
For I found him false hearted
Gm A7 Dm
He would kiss me and go.Dm C
I wish I were a scholar
Bb C Dm
And could handle the pen
Dm C
I would write to my lover
Bb C Dm
And to all roving men
F C
I would tell them of the grief and woe
Gm Dm
That attend on their lies
Bb Dm
I would wish them have pity
Gm A7 Dm
On the flower when it dies.
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