The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo

She's a pretty bird

She's a pretty bird

She warbles

As she flies

She never says cuckoo

Till the fourth day

Of July

Jack of diamonds

Jack of diamonds

Jack of diamonds

Jack of diamonds

I know you from old

You've robbed

My poor pockets

Of my silver

And my gold

My horses ain't hungry

They won't eat your hay

I'll ride

Them a little further

I'll feed

Them along all way