Nadia Birkenstock - The Cuckoo lyrics

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She singeth as she flies she does bring good tidings she telleth no lies she s**eth white flowers for to keep her voice clear and the more she singeth cuckoo the summer draweth near. As I was a-walking and a-talking one day I met my own true love As he came that way Oh to meet him was a pleasure though courting was a woe for I found him false hearted he would kiss me and go I wish I were a scholar And could handle the pen I would write to my lover and to all roving men I would tell them of the grief and woe that attend on the lies I would want them to have pity on the flower when it dies.