Summer is icumen in
Loudly sing Cuckoo
Grows the seed and blows the mead

And springs the wood anew.
Sing Cuckoo!
Ewe bleats harshly after lamb

Cows after calves make moo
Bullock stamps and deer champs
Now shrilly sing Cuckoo...

... Cuckoo... Cuckoo.
Wild bird are you! Be never still Cuckoo!