O the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she singeth as she flies
She brings us good tidings and she tells us no lies
She su*ks the small bird's eggs to keep her voice clear
And the more she singeth cuckoo the summer draws near
And when I have found out my joy and delight
I'll welcome him kindly by day and by night
For the bells shall be a-ringing and the drums make a noise
For to welcome in my true love with ten thousand joys
In the middle of the ocean there grows a myrtle tree
And the green leaves will whither and the branches shall die
The leaves will whither and the roots they will decay
And a false-hearted lover will soon fade away
For it's meeting is pleasure and parting is grief
And an inconstant lover is worse than any thief
For a thief he will rob you and take all you have
But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave
But now I have found him my own heart's delight
I will be true to my love by day and by night
I will be as true to him as the little turtle dove
Nor I never shall, no never, prove false to my love