| When daisies pied and violets blue
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| And lady-smocks all silver white
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| And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
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| Do paint the meadows with delight
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| The cuckoo, then on ev’ry tree
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| Mocks married men, for thus sings he
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| Cuckoo
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| Cuckoo, cuckoo: o word of fear
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| Unpleasing to a married ear
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| When shepherds pipe on oaten straws
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| And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks
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| And turtles tread, and rooks, and daws
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| And maidens bleach their summer frocks
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| The cuckoo, then on ev’ry tree
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| Mocks married men, for thus sings he
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| Cuckoo
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| Cuckoo, cuckoo: o word of fear
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| Unpleasing to a married ear |