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The Cuckoo – Traditional
Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But she never sings cuckoo Sings cuckoo, sings cuckoo ‘Til the fourth day of July
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds Don’t I know you of old You’ve robbed my poor pockets Of the silver and the gold
Well I've played at cards in England Oh I've played at cards in Spain And I’ll bet you my last dollar Last dollar, last dollar I'll beat you my next game
Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird And I wish that she were mine She’d never drink water She’d only drink the wine
Gonna build me a log cabin On a mountain top so high So I can see my cuckoo My cuckoo, my cuckoo As she goes flying by
Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But she never sings cuckoo Sings cuckoo, sings cuckoo ‘Til the fourth day of July
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