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