The Cuckoo

 
        Am               G 
Oh, the cuckoo, she is a pretty bird 
    Dm           Am 
She sings as she flies 
    G              Am 
She brings us glad tidings 
        Dm          Am 
And she tells us no lies 
    Am           G 
She sucks all pretty flowers 
   Dm             Am 
To make her voice clear 
        Am          G 
And she never sings cuckoo 
         Dm            Am 
'Til the spring of the year 
 

 
Am                 G 
Come all you young women 
     Dm         Am 
Take warnin' by me 
      Am          G 
Never place your affections 
       Dm        Am 
On the love of a man 
        Am               G 
For the roots, they will wither 
    Dm        Am 
The branches decay 
      Am            G 
He'll turn his back on you 
          Dm          Am 
And he'll walk square away