The Cuckoo

Well, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as

she fly

And she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July

Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, well I know you of

old

Well, you robbed my poor pocket of the silver and the

gold.

Well, the cuckoo is a pretty bird and she warbles as

she fly

But she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July

Well, I’ve gambled in London and I’ve gambled in Spain

And I bet you, my silver saddle, that I’ll beat you

next game.

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as

she fly

But she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July

Well, she brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as

she fly.

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as

she fly

But she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of July

Little darlin’, little darlin’, I miss you on the road

Well, you are my only darlin’, my one and only true

abode.

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird and she warble as

she fly

And she never warble cuckoo till the fourth day of

July.

Oh yeah, oh yeah.