THE CUCKOO   The Cuckoo O the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird, she singeth as she slies. She bringeth good tidings, she telleth no lies. She sucketh white flowers, for to keep her voice clear; And the more she singeth ‘Cuckoo’ the summer draws near. As I was awalking and atalking one day, I met my own true love, as … Weiterlesen →