TradOh the cuckoo, she's a pretty
bird, she sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies
She sucks all the pretty flowers to make her
voice clear
And she never sings 'cuckoo' till the spring of
the year
Oh come all you young women, take a
warning by me
Never place your affection on a green-growing
tree
For the roots they will wither and the branches
all die
If I am forsaken I know not for why
If I am forsaken, I'll not be forsworn
For he's surely mistaken if he thinks that I'll
mourn
I'll get myself for him some higher degree
And pass as light by him as he does by me
My Johnny's in the water, let him sink
or let him swim
If he can live without me, I can live without him
Oh Johnny is a young boy, but still younger am I
How often he's told me he'd wed me or die
Repeat 1
As sung by Judy Mayhan