THE CUCKOO
(TRESPASS - track 1)
Traditional - arr. Pete Morton

Come all you pretty fair maids wherever you be
Never fix your mind on the sycamore tree
The leaves they will wither, the roots will decay
Oh! I am forsaken, I'm fading away

The cuckoo is a fine bird, she sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings, she tells us no lies
She sucks little birds' eggs to keep her voice clear
and she never cries cuckoo 'till the summer draws near

A meeting is a pleasure and a parting is a grief
An inconstant lover is worse than a thief
For a thief can but rob you of all that you have
An inconstant lover brings you to the grave

The hours that I've spent in the arms of my dear
Can never be thought of without shedding some tears
All hardship then I could cheerfully bear
and at night on me pillow forget all me cares

So come all you pretty fair maids wherever you be
Never fix your mind on the sycamore tree
The leaves they will wither, the roots will decay
Oh! I am forsaken, I'm fading away

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