| Song | Drink Down the Moon |
| Artist | Steeleye Span |
| Album | Now We Are Six Again |
| Three maidens a-milking did go | |
| Three maidens a-milking did go | |
| And the wind it did blow high, and the wind it did blow low | |
| It tossed their petticoats to and fro | |
| They met with some young man they know | |
| They met with some young man they know | |
| And they boldly asked him if he had any skill | |
| To catch them a small bird or two | |
| Oh yes, I've a very good skill | |
| Oh yes, I've a very good skill | |
| And it's come along with me to yonder flowering tree | |
| And I'll catch a small bird or two | |
| So it's off to the greenwood went they | |
| And it's off to the greenwood went they | |
| And he's tapped at the bush and the bird it did fly in | |
| A little above their lily white knee | |
| Her sparkling eyes they did turn around | |
| Just as if she had been all in a swoon | |
| And she cried, ‽I've a bird and a very pretty bird | |
| And he's pecking away at his own ground†| |
| Here's a health to the bird in the bush | |
| Here's a health to the bird in the bush | |
| And we'll drink up the sun, we'll drink down the moon | |
| Let the people say little or much | |
| There is a thorn bush in our Cale yard | |
| There is a thorn bush in our Cale yard | |
| At the back o'thorn bush, there lays a lad and lass | |
| And they're busy, busy fairing at the cuckoo's nest | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo's nest | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo's nest | |
| I'd give anybody a shilling and a bottle of the best | |
| That'll rumple up the feathers in the cuckoo's nest | |
| It is thorn and it is prickle, it is compassed all around | |
| It is thorn and it is prickle, and it isn't easy found | |
| She said, ‽Young man, you blunderâ€, and I said, "It isn't true" | |
| And I left her with the makings of a young cuckoo | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo's nest | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo's nest | |
| I'd give anybody a shilling and a bottle of the best | |
| That'll rumple up the feathers in the cuckoo's nest |
| Three maidens amilking did go | |
| Three maidens amilking did go | |
| And the wind it did blow high, and the wind it did blow low | |
| It tossed their petticoats to and fro | |
| They met with some young man they know | |
| They met with some young man they know | |
| And they boldly asked him if he had any skill | |
| To catch them a small bird or two | |
| Oh yes, I' ve a very good skill | |
| Oh yes, I' ve a very good skill | |
| And it' s come along with me to yonder flowering tree | |
| And I' ll catch a small bird or two | |
| So it' s off to the greenwood went they | |
| And it' s off to the greenwood went they | |
| And he' s tapped at the bush and the bird it did fly in | |
| A little above their lily white knee | |
| Her sparkling eyes they did turn around | |
| Just as if she had been all in a swoon | |
| And she cried, I' ve a bird and a very pretty bird | |
| And he' s pecking away at his own ground | |
| Here' s a health to the bird in the bush | |
| Here' s a health to the bird in the bush | |
| And we' ll drink up the sun, we' ll drink down the moon | |
| Let the people say little or much | |
| There is a thorn bush in our Cale yard | |
| There is a thorn bush in our Cale yard | |
| At the back o' thorn bush, there lays a lad and lass | |
| And they' re busy, busy fairing at the cuckoo' s nest | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo' s nest | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo' s nest | |
| I' d give anybody a shilling and a bottle of the best | |
| That' ll rumple up the feathers in the cuckoo' s nest | |
| It is thorn and it is prickle, it is compassed all around | |
| It is thorn and it is prickle, and it isn' t easy found | |
| She said, Young man, you blunder, and I said, " It isn' t true" | |
| And I left her with the makings of a young cuckoo | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo' s nest | |
| Hi the cuckoo, ho the cuckoo, hi the cuckoo' s nest | |
| I' d give anybody a shilling and a bottle of the best | |
| That' ll rumple up the feathers in the cuckoo' s nest |