The Poor Stranger - The Unthanks

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