Oh, the cuckoo
She's a pretty bird
She wobbles when she flies
She don't ever holler cuckoo
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 cuckoo
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

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