Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
Who sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
She tells us no lies
And she sucks on little birds' eggs
To keep her throat clear
Oh, she never cries cuckoo
Till the summer draws near
Cuckoo in April,
Cuckoo in May,
Cuckoo in June,
but July flies away.
All a -walkin' and a -talkin',
a -walkin' was I,
for to meet my true love.
She'll be there by and by,
for to meet my true lover
is all my delight.
We'll go walking and a -talking
from morning till night.
Cuckoo in April, cuckoo in May,
cuckoo in June,
but July flies away.
Meeting, it's a pleasure,
but pardons a grief
An inconstant lover's woe,
Son of Thief,
for the Thief can but rob you
of all that you've saved
While a Midconson lover
brings you to the grave
Cuckoo in April,
Cuckoo in May
Cuckoo in June,
but July flies away
For the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
Who sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And she tells us no lies
Well she sucks on little birds' eggs
To keep her throat clear
And she never cries cuckoo
Till the summer draws near
Cuckoo in April,
Cuckoo in May,
Cuckoo in June, but your life flies
Cuckoo in April,
Cuckoo in May,
Cuckoo in June,
but your life flies away you