Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo
She's a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
And she nevers
Hollers cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July

Jack of diamonds
Jack of diamonds
I know you from old
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of my silver and gold

Gonna build me
A log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can
See Whitlock
As he passes by

Oh the cuckoo
She's a pretty bird
How I wish she was mine
She never drinks whiskey
She only drinks wine

Oh the cuckoo
She's a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
She never hollers
Cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July