The Cuckoo lyrics
by Traditional
Oh the cuckoo
(Oh the cuckoo)
She's a pretty bird
(She's a pretty bird)
She wore holes as she flies
She never says cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July
Jack of diamonds
(Jack of diamonds)
Jack of diamonds
(Jack of diamonds)
I know you, from old
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of my silver and my gold
My horses ain't hungry
They won't eat your hay
I'll ride them a little further
I'll feed them along the way