The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo she’a pretty bird
She wobbles as she flies
She don’t never holler cuckoo
'Til the fourth day of July
Gonna build me log cabin
On the mountain so high
So that I can see Willie
As he goes on by
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
I know you of old
You done robbed my poor pockets
Of my silver and gold
I’ve played cards in England
I’ve played cards in Spain
I bet you ten dollars
I’ll beat you again
Oh the cuckoo she’a pretty bird
She wobbles as she flies
She don’t never holler cuckoo
'Til the fourth day of July