The Irish Rovers - Bunclody Cuckoo lyrics

On the cuckoo is a funny bird And it sings as it flies It brings us good tidings It tells us no lies It s**s the young birds' eggs To make its voice clear And it never cries cuckoo Till the summer is near Oh were I at the Moss House Where to birds do increase At the foot of Mount Leinster Or some silent place By the streams of Bunclody Where all pleasures do meet And all I would ask Is one kiss from you sweet If I were a clerk And could write a fine hand I would write my love a letter So she'd understand But I'm just a poor boy Who's wounded in love Once I lived in Bunclody But now I must leave If I was a singing bird Then I could fly To some shady arbour Where my true love does lie I'd sing her a sweet song And maybe she'd cry Then on her sweet bosom Contented I'd die My love doesn't like me You must understand Because she has riches And I have no land I am going to America My fortune to try But when I think on Bunclody I am ready to die