THE CUCKOO MADRIGAL

The Cuckoo Madrigal

 

The Cuckoo Madrigal

The Cuckoo Madrigal

0 Cuckoo! cuckoo!
Our joyful rover,
At lastyou`re over The ocean blue,
And once again All ears shall listen,
All eyes shall glisten At your glad strain,
0 O yellow throated Mellownoted minstrel!
0 Cuckoo! cuckoo!
`Twas only sorrow Made dark each morrow The winter through;
And till your voice Awoke to cheer us None,
none came near us To cry” Rejoice!”
0 O yellow throated, Mellownoted minstrel!

0 cuckoo! cuckoo!
How lad and maiden Love ambuscadin
In search of you!
But far and near Ventriloquizing,
With art surprising, You mock the ear;
0 Till airy elf. `Tis Echo`s self they call you.
0 Cuckoo! cuckoo! At dawn upspringing,
We hear you ringing Your joybell true;
The livelong day, Its magic measure Peals perfect pleasure.
Then dies away,0 In faroff whispers Thro` our vespers stealing.

 

IRISH FOLK SONGS

 

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