The Cuckoo

Traditional 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