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