The Cuckoo Bird

Lyrics

Well, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies She never hollers cuckoo Till the fourth day, July I've played cards in England I've gambled in Spain I'll bet you ten dollars I'll beat you next game Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds I knew you from old You robbed my poor pockets Of silver and gold Gonna build me log cabin On a mountain so high So I can see Nelly As she goes riding by Well, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies She never hollers cuckoo Till thе fourth day, July