The Poor Stranger

Go away pretty willy and let me alone
For I am a strange girl and a long way from home

And take all you have
Your grave it will molder
And then you to dust

That a poor girl can trust
And the green leaves on the timber

I'll meet him in the meadow

And four can talk with him from morning till night

The cuckoo

Glad tidings and tells us no lies

Poetry fair maids and listen to me
Place your affections on the green groove tree

And they'll leave you by the cradle
Saying look baby bye
Saying look baby bye
Wanting look baby bye