The Cuckoo's Nest

Susan Johns of Austin, Texas, forwarded this on June 22, 1996, as sung in Society for Creative Anachronisms and Renaissance Fair circles:

As I was a-walking one morning in May,
I met a pretty fair maid and unto her did say.
"I'll tell you me mind, it's for love I am inclined
And me inclination lies in your cuckoo's nest."

Refrain: 
Some like a girl who is pretty in the face,
And some like a girl who is slender in the waist.
Ah, but give me a girl who will wriggle and will twist.    
At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo's nest.        
         
"Me darling," says she, "I am innocent and young.
I scarcely can believe your false deluding tongue.
Yet, I see it in your eyes and it fills me with surprise
That your inclination lies in me cuckoo's nest."

"Me darling," says he, "if you see it in me eyes,
Then think of it as fondness and do not be surprised.
I love you, me dear, and I'll marry you, I swear,
If you'll let me clap my hand upon your cuckoo's nest."

"Me darling," says she, "I can do no such thing.
Me mother often told me it was committing sin,
Me maidenhead to lose and me sex to be abused,
So, I'll thank you not to think upon me cuckoo's nest."

"Me darling," says he, "it is not committing sin,
But common sense should tell you it is a pleasing thing
For you were brought into this world to increase and do your 			best
And to help a man to heaven in your cuckoo's nest."

"Me darling," says she, "I cannot you deny.
You've surely won me heart by the rolling of your eye.
Yet, I see it in your eyes that your courage is surprised
So gently lift your hand unto me cuckoo's nest."

This couple they got married and soon they went to bed
And there this pretty fair maid she lost her maidenhead
In a small country cottage they increase and do their best
And he often claps his hand upon her cuckoo's nest.