The cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she
On a Monday I was arrested
On a Tuesday I was
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
Go tell Aunt Rhodie
That
I was born in East Virginia
North Carolina, I did go
There
Here I sit on Buttermilk hill
Who can play me, cry
Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light
And corded
We are almost down to the shore
Peter, Peter on the
As I was out riding one morning for pleasure
I spied
Wish I was in bowling greens
Sitting in my chair
When I'm
I've got a home in that rock, don't you see?
I've
Well, when I'm on my journey don't you weep after
Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane
Poor Liza, poor girl,
We will rally round the flag, boys, rally once again
Shouting
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on
The keeper did a hunting go
Under his cloak he carried
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