Oh the cuckoo
She’s a pretty bird
She wobbles when she flies
She don’t ever hollar cuckcoo
Till the fourth day of july
Jack o’ diamonds
Jack o’ diamonds
I know you, of old
You rob my poor pockets
Of silver and gold
Oh the cuckcoo
She’s a pretty bird
I wish that she were mine
She don’t ever drink water
She only drink wine
Gonna build me
A log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see willie
When he goes on by
