Usually, but not always, the song begins with a verse about the
cuckoo, for example: The cuckoo is a fine bird he sings as he flies,He brings us good tidings and tells us no lies.He sucks the sweet flowers to make his voice clear,And the more he cries cuckoo, the summer is nigh. (In many American versions, the cuckoo patriotically "never sings 'cuckoo' till the fourth of July". In some ornithologically observant English versions "she sucks little birds' eggs to make her voice clear.") but then: O, meeting is a pleasure and parting is a grief,An unconstant lover is worse than a thief,A thief can but rob you and take all you have,An unconstant lover will bring you to the grave. Often there is a cautionary moral: Come all pretty maidens wherever you be,Don't trust in young soldiers to any degree,They will kiss you and court you, poor girls to deceive,There's not one in twenty poor girls can believe.
Bunclody An Irish song, this uses a similar tune and starts with verses extolling the beauty of
Bunclody, a town in
Co. Wexford. The third verse is the standard "Cuckoo is a pretty bird" and after an adapted floating verse: If I were a clerkAnd I could write a good handI would write to my true loveSo that she'd understandThat I am a young fellowWho is wounded in loveOnce I lived in Buncloudy [
sic]But now must remove. The song ends in a sad verse about emigration. There is a recording of this song by
Luke Kelly of
The Dubliners.
Note on the Cuckoo The
cuckoo (Cuculus canorus) was until recent times a common visitor to the English countryside in spring and early summer, and its distinctive call was considered the first sign of spring. It is a nest parasite, and the female really does eat an egg of the host species when she lays her own egg in the nest. It is an important bird in folklore. The cuckoo has traditionally been associated with sexual incontinence and infidelity. An old name for the cuckoo was "cuckold's chorister", and old broadsides played on the idea that the cuckoo's call was a reproach to husbands whose wives were unfaithful: The smith that on his anvill the iron hard doth ding:He cannot heare the cuckoo though he loud doth singIn poynting of plow harnesse, he labours till he sweat,While another in his forge at home may steale a private heat.– From
The Cuckowes Comendation: / Or, the Cuckolds Credit: Being a merry Maying Song in Praise of the Cuckow., c.1625 ==History==