Fly Up My Cock - Tim Hart, Maddy Prior

Fly up my cock

You’re my well-fathered cock

But don’t crow till the break of day

And your red rosy comb

Shall it 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 will ye come back

My dear Jimmy she said

For to 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 do see

Of the contrary way

And I am forced to live single or be bound