The Cuckoo
O the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
She singeth as she flies,
She bringeth good tidings,
She telleth no lies.
She sucketh white flowers
For to keep her voice clear,
And the more she singeth cuckoo
The summer draweth near.
She singeth as she flies,
She bringeth good tidings,
She telleth no lies.
She sucketh white flowers
For to keep her voice clear,
And the more she singeth cuckoo
The summer draweth near.
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