FLY UP MY COCK

Fly up my cock
You're my well-fathered 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