Buncloudy The Dubliners

Oh were I at the moss house
Where the birds do increase
By the foot of Mount Leinster
Or some silent place
By the streams of Buncloudy
Where all pleasures do meet
And all that I ask is
One kiss from you sweet

Oh the streams of Buncloudy
They flow down to the sea
By the streams of Buncloudy
I am longing to be
A-drinking stong liquor
At the height of my cheer
Here's a health to Buncloudy
And the lass I love dear

Oh the cuckoo is a pretty bird
And she sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And she tells us no lies
She sucks all of the small birds' eggs
Just to make her voice clear
And the more she sings cuckoo
The summer draws near