The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo
Shes a pretty bird
She wobbles when she flies
She dont ever hollar cuckcoo
Till the fourth day of july
Jack o diamonds
Jack o diamonds
I know you, of old
You rob my poor pockets
Of silver and gold
Oh the cuckcoo
Shes a pretty bird
I wish that she were mine
She dont ever drink water
She only drink wine
Gonna build me A log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see willie
When he goes on by