Lhoude sing cucku!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And spryngth the wode nu.
Awe bleteth after lomb,
lhouth after calve cu
Bullock sterteth, bucke verteth,
murrie sing cucku!
Cucku, cucku, wel singeth thu cucku,
ne swick thu naver nu.
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