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.