When Daisies Pied and Violets Blue


When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue:
And lady-smocks all silver white,
Do paint the meadow with delight.

The cuckoo then on every tree,
Mocks married men, for this sings he,
Cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Appeasing to a married ear.