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