COnNTRY bltlD RHYMES I28 



When the harvest tints appear 

 He no longer greets the ear ; 

 When September nears its end 

 He has found another land. 



Cuckoo. 



( 



The following rhyme, by our Treasurer, I have extracted 

 from the Zoologist (Fourth Series, Vol. 11., No. 14, p. 87.) 

 The vernacular is excellent, specially so when heard from the 

 lips of a native, and will be appreciated by Northumbrian 

 members. — J.S. 



In Mairch, gin ye sairch, ye may find a Cuckoo, 



But it's April afore ye can hear her ; 



When wor weel inte May, she sings night an' day, 



Wi' a voice that graws clearer an' clearer. 



Come in June, very soon she'll alter her tune, 



An' cry kook, kook, kook, kook-coo, 



Wi' a kind o' a chetter, which, gin ye come at her, 



Ye'U find is the out-comes o' two. 



By Julee, o'er the sea she's preparin' to flee. 



An' man stairt, or the wether gets cader ; 



In August gan she must, an' her young man jist trust 



To the Cheeper, until they get ader. 



An' dod its gey queer, how the time o' the year 



The young be ther sells can remember, 



But whatsever the cause, maist a' body knaws 



They'll a' be away wi' September." 



G.B. 



