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FLY UP MY COCK Fly up my cock. You're my well-feathered cock But don't crow 'til the break of day And your rosy red comb, it shall be of the beaten gold And your neck of the silvery grey My cock he flew up and my cock he flew down But he crowed one hour too soon And this young man arose and he hurried on his clothes But it was only the light of the moon "Oh when shall ye return? My Jimmy" she cried And wed with a gay golden ring? "Seven moons," said he shining over the lea, " And the sky to yield up no more rain" "For now I have seen of the contrary way And I am forced to live single or be bound Transcribed from "The King" -- Steeleye Span Child #248 Roud-179 @bird @ghost filename[ FLYCOCK XX OCT98 ![]() 8note Sheet> |
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