Bonny Cuckoo
Traditional
My bonny cuckoo, I tell thee true
That through the groves I'll rove with you
I'll rove with you until the next spring
And then my cuckoo shall sweetly sing
The ash and the hazel shall mourning say
O bonny cuckoo, don't go away
Don't go away, but tarry here
And sing for us throughout the year
Cuckoo, cuckoo, pray tarry here
And make the spring last all the year