The Cuckoo

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David Eugene Edwards - Rock

The Cuckoo

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Come all ye Fair maidens Take warning from me Don't place your affections On a sycamore tree Its heights they will wither Its rot will die If I am forsaken, I know not for why My horses ain't hungry They won't eat your hay Fare thee well then, darling As I go my way Gonna build me A log cabin On a mountain so high So I can see poor Willy When he go on by Oh the cuckoo, she a pretty bird She warble as she fly She never holler cuckoo Till the 4th day of July But if he will He will leave me I'll be not forlorn If he should forswear me I'll bе not forsworn Jack of diamonds Jack of diamonds I've known you from old You've robbed my poor pockеts Of silver and gold I've played cards in England I've played cards in Spain I bet you 10 dollar I beat you this game

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