My Bonny Cuckoo

My Bonny Cuckoo

My bonny cuckoo, I tell you trueThat through the groves I'll rove with you;I'll rove with you until the spring,And then my cuckoo shall sweetly sing.

Cuckoo, sing girls, let no one tellUntil I settle my seasons well.

The ash and the hazel shall mourning say,My bonny cuckoo, don't go away;Don't go away, but tarry here,And make the season last all the year.

Cuckoo, sing girls, let no one tellUntil I settle my seasons well.