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