「歌曲」Folk Songs From Somerset

The cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings, she tells us no lies.
She sucks the sweet flowers to make her voice clear,
And she never sings cuckoo till summer is near.

A-walking, a-talking, a-walking went I,
To meet my true lover, he'll come by and by.
To meet him in the meadows is all my delight,
A-walking and talking from morning till night.

O Sally, my dear, I must bid you adieu,
I'm going to leave you and part with you too.
Ten thousand times over your pardon I'll ask,
For to go a-roving is all my request.

The trees they are high and the leaves they are green,
The time is gone from us that once has been.
But the time will return when the leaves they shall fall,
And I'll be with my true love the fairest of all.

The moon shines bright and the stars give a light,
A little before it is dark.
My fair pretty maid, come let us away,
For to see the folks a-walking in the park.