The Cuckoo

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[Verse 1]
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Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird 
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- She sings as she flies
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She bringeth good tiding, she 
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telleth no lies
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She sucketh white flowers - For 
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to keep her voice clear
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And the more she singeth 'cuckoo'
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 the summer draweth near


[Verse 2]
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As I was a-walking and talking one
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 day
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I met my own true love as he came
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 that way
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Though to meet him was a pleasure 
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- Though the courting was a-woe
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For I've found him false hearted,
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 he'd kiss me - And then he'd go
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[Verse 3]
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I wish I were a scholar and could 
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handle the pen
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I'd write to my lover and to all 
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roving men
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I would tell them of the grief and
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 woe that attend on their lies
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I would wish them have pity on the
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 flower, when it dies


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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I wish I were a scholar and could 
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handle the pen
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I'd write to my lover and to all 
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roving men
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I would tell them of the grief and
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 woe that attend on their lies
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I would wish them have pity on the
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 flower, when it dies


[Verse 2]
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As I was a-walking and talking one
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 day
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I met my own true love as he came
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 that way
                         Gm  C    
Though to meet him was a pleasure 
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- Though the courting was a-woe
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For I've found him false hearted,
           G                  Dm  
 he'd kiss me - And then he'd go
Am Dm Am



[Verse 1]
       Dm             C           
Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird 
      Dm           Dm       Am
- She sings as she flies
    Dm            C         
She bringeth good tiding, she 
  Dm         Dm       Dm
telleth no lies
    F             Dm  Cm    C    
She sucketh white flowers - For 
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to keep her voice clear
        Dm                C  Bbm 
And the more she singeth 'cuckoo'
     Am G           Dm  Am Dm Am
 the summer draweth near


[Otro]
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And the more she singeth 'cuckoo'
     Am G           Dm
 the summer draweth near