WISHES
 
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He was a youth so dark and tall
She was the fairest girl of all
Down a shady country lane they strayed
One sunny April day
They heard a cuckoo up on high
Cooing his old familiar cry
'Twas the first cuckoo of Spring, and so
The youth was heard to say to the girl
In an artful way,

Chorus: 'You must wish, wish, wish little girl
When you hear that cuckoo
Don't tell anyone your wish
Or it may not come true
You must wish, wish, wish little girl
'Tis a thought so divine
For if you wish the wish that I wish you to wish
You will wish that you were mine.'


Love's superstition made her smile
But she was thoughtful for a while
And her cheeks grew quite a rosy red
As they stood side by side
He smiled as if he wished to know
What she was wishing then, and so
As the cuckoo sang his song once more
She looked up full of pride, and she then
With a sigh replied,

Chorus: 'You must wish, wish, wish little boy
When you hear that cuckoo
Don't tell anyone your wish
Or it may not come true
You must wish, wish, wish little boy
'Tis a thought so divine
For if you wish the wish that I wish you to wish
You will wish that you were mine.'
 
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Composed and composed by George Arthurs & Penyston Miles -1914
 
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