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Cuckoo - Cuckoo Cuckoo Gently woos the evening breeze
Sportive now the swallows play lightly skimming o'er the
brook dear song swift they wing their way homeward
to their peaceful nook whilst the Cuckoo bird of spring still amidst the
trees doth sing Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo still amidst the trees
doth sing -