The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

She never hollers "cuckoo"

Till the fourth day of July

My horses ain't hungry

They won't eat your hay

I'll ride them a little farther

I'll meet you along the way them on the wayI

Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds

I know you of old

You've robbed my poor pockets

Of silver and gold

I'm gonna build me a log cabin

On a mountain so high

So I can see Willie (Willie)

As he rides passing by