The Cuckoo

Well, the cuckoo, she a pretty bird
 And she warbles as she flies
 And she never no holler cuckoo
 Till the fourth-a July
 Well, I've played cards up in England
 And I've played cards in Spain
 And I'll bet you five dollars
 I'm gonna beat you next game
 Jack of diamonds, oh, jack of diamonds
 Well, I've known you from old
 How you robbed my, my poor pocket
 Of my silver and gold
 I'm gonna build me that log cabin
 Up there on the mountain so high
 So I can see Jenny
 Oh, as she goes marching by
 I dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, poor boy
 A hole in the cold, cold ground
 I dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, poor boy
 I watch them old ramblers go down
 Well, the cuckoo, she a pretty bird
 And don't she warble as she flies
 And she never hollers cuckoo
 Until the fourth of July