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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