The Cuckoo

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 be not forsworn

Jack of diamonds

Jack of diamonds

I've known you from old

You've robbed my poor pockets

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