The Cuckoo

The cuckoo's a fine bird, he sings as he flies
He brings us good tidings and tells us no lies
He sucks the sweet flowers to make his voice sing
And the more he cries cuckoo the summer is near

Jack of Diamonds I know you of old
You robbed my poor pocket of silver and gold

The cuckoo's a fine bird, she sings as she fiies
She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies
She sucks the sweet flowers to make her voice sing
And the more he cries cuckoo the summer is near



Credits
Writer(s): Ian carter, Nicola Kearey
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