The Cuckoo

Oh the Cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
And she warbles as the flies
But you won't ever hear her cuckoo
Until the fourth day of July

Wild horses are hungry and
They won't eat your hay
I bet you ten dollars
I can feed them along the way

I gambled in England
I gambled in Spain
I'll bet you ten dollars
I can beat you the next game

Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds
I know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets
Of my silver and my gold

Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain, so high
So I can see Nelly
As she goes riding by

Oh the Cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
No, you won't hear her cuckoo
Until the fourth day of July



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, John Michael Jeffreys
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