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dmcg | Posted - 13 Feb 03 - 12:56 pm | |
Cuckoo, The The cuckoo is a pretty bird, She sings as she flies; She bringeth good tidings, She telleth no lies; She sucketh sweet flowers To keep her voice clear, And when she sings Cuckoo, The summer draweth near. O meeting is a pleasure And parting is a grief; An inconstant lover Is worse than a thief; A thief can but rob me Of all that I have, But an inconstant lover, Will bring me to the grave. The grave it will recieve me And bring me to dust. An inconstant lover No maiden can trust; He'll court you, cajole you Poor maids to decieve; There is not one in twenty A maiden can believe. Come all you sweet maidens Wherever you be, Your hearts - do not hang them On a sycamore tree. The leaf it will wither, The root will decay; Alack! I'm foresaken And wasting away Source: Baring-Gould, 1895, A Garland of Country Song, London, (reprinted Llanerch 1998) Notes: Baring-Gould wrote:
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Posted - 15 Jun 05 - 07:46 pm | |
From: falooley Doc Watson perfermed this song as "Trouble" I transcribed his lyrics: a meeting is a pleasure and a parting is grief but a false hearted lover is worse than a thief a thief can but rob you and take what you say but a false hearted lover take you to your grave I'm trouble I'm touble I'm touble in mind if touble don't kill me lord i'll live a long time the grave will detain you and turn you to dust ain't a girl in a million that poor boy can trust they'll hug you, thell kiss you they'll tell you more lies then the cross ties on the rail road or the stars in the sky I'm trouble I'm touble I'm touble in mind if touble don't kill me lord i'll live a long time I'm going to georgi I'm going to roam I'm going to georgi gonna make it my home gonna build me a cabin on a mountain so high where the wild birds and the tutrle dove can hear my sad cry I'm trouble I'm touble I'm touble in mind if touble don't kill me lord i'll live a long time | ||
Don(Wyziwyg)T | Posted - 19 Jun 05 - 10:52 am | |
I learned a version of this from a Pentangle album. Oh the Cuckoo is a pretty bird, She sing as she flies, She bringeth good tidings, She telleth no lies, She suppeth wild flowers, To keep her voice clear, And the more she sing cuckoo, The summer draweth near. As I was a-walking, and a-talking one day, I met my own true love, as he came that way, The meeting was a pleasure, But the parting was a woe, I found him false hearted, He kissed me, and then did go. I wish I was a scholar, who could handle a pen, I'd write to my true love, And to all false young men, I'd tell them of the grief and woe, That attend on their lies, I woud wish they'd have pity On a flower as it dies. The three verses were repeated (probably just to boost the track time). I've sung this as a contrast to the humourous tenor of my act, for many years now. I simply transpose the gender. Don T. | ||
masato sakurai | Posted - 21 Jun 05 - 05:25 am | |
I often listened to the Osborne Brothers' version. The sound clip is here (DISC 3: 3. Cuckoo Bird, The ). | ||
Michael Morris | Posted - 08 Jul 05 - 09:18 am | |
"The Cuckoo is a Pretty Bird" Oh, Johnny is on the water, Let him sink or let him swim. For if he can live without me, I can live without him. Johnny is a young boy, But still younger am I. But how often has he told me, He'd wed me or die. Oh meeting is a pleasure, And parting is grief. But an unconstant true love Is worse than a thief. A thief can but rob you, And take what you have. But an unconstant lover Will take you to your grave. I'll take off this black dress And flourish in green, For I don't care if I'm foresaken I'm only nineteen. Hiccough, Oh Lordy, how bad do I feel, Hiccough, Oh Lordy, how bad do I feel. The grave it will rot you And turn you to dust; There ain't one out of twenty That a young girl can trust. They will court you and kiss you And get your heart warm, But as soon as your back is turned They'll laugh you to scorn. The Cuckoo is a pretty bird She sings as she flies; She brings us good tidings And tells us no lies. Foresaken, foresaken, Foresaken am I. He is certainly mistaken If he thinks I will cry. Source: From the singing of Bradley Kinkaid, printed by W.K. McNeil in Southern Mountain Folksongs (Little Rock: August House Publishers, 1993) Notes: "This song has a variety of titles, of which the most common is simply 'The Cuckoo'. Several singers also use the longer name given here. The songs 'The Unconstant Lover', 'Old Smokey', and 'The Wagoner's Lad' are also thought to derive from 'The Cuckoo'. The parent number has yet to be definitively traced, but it dates at least from the eighteenth century and is probably considerably older. According to Vance Randolph, a stanza about the cuckoo and its glad tidings appears in a song given in David Herd's Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs (1776). A nursery form of the song can be dated 1796, while another form of the lyric song was published in Glasgow in 1802. Of course, the single verse about the cuckoo and its glad tidings appears in a number of songs, such as that printed in Belden's Missouri collection (p.476). That verse is the one constant in versions of the song. The cuckoo is a lowly regarded bird that is used symbolically in many ways in western Europe. Because it lays eggs in the nests of other birds, it often stands for adultery. It is also considered a harbinger of summer in Britain, and perhaps both this seasonal and a sexual sense are evident in most versions. Clearly, the latter is more prominent in the text given here. This text is from the singing of Bradley Kinkaid, who learned it from his father. Kinkaid is one of many commercial country artists who recorded the song, his version being cut July 12, 1928, in Chicago for the Starr Piano Company and later released on the Gennett label. The first two verses are uncommon and possibly derive from the British broadside ballad sometimes known as 'Green Beds'. Also uncommon are the last two lines of the fifth verse, which seem to be borrowed from 'Rye Whisky'. Verses four, six and seven are usually associated with 'Old Smokey', while verses three and nine are generally part of 'The Unconstant Lover'." Edited By Michael Morris - 08-Jul-2005 09:31:51 AM Edited By Michael Morris - 08-Jul-2005 09:33:33 AM |