The Cuckoo

Oh the Cuckoo but she's a pretty bird
Lord she warbles as she flies
And she never sings the cuckoo
'Til the fourth day of July

Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So that I can see the Cuckoo
As she goes walking by

Well I've played cards over in England
And I've gambled over in Spain
And I'll bet you your last dollar
That I'll beat you the next game

Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds
I loved you far more
But you robbed my poor old pockets
Of my silver and my gold

Well, my horses they are hungry
But they won't eat your hay
So I'll ride on just a little bit further
Wonderin' why you'd treat me this way

Well the Cuckoo she's a pretty bird
Lord, she warbles as she flies
And she never drinks water
No, she only drinks wine

And there's one thing that's been a puzzle
Since the day time began
A man's love for, for his woman
And her sweet love for her man

Well the Cuckoo she's a pretty bird
Lord, she warbles as she flies
And she'll cause you never no trouble
She'll tell you no lies