The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo

(Oh the cuckoo)

She's a pretty bird

(She's a pretty bird)

She wore holes

As she flies

She never says cuckoo

Till the fourth day

Of July

Jack of diamonds

(Jack of diamonds)

Jack of diamonds

(Jack of diamonds)

I know you, from old

You've robbed

My poor pockets

Of my silver

And my gold

My horses ain't hungry

They won't eat your hay

I'll ride

Them a little further

I'll feed

Them along the way