The Cuckoo

Well the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
 And she warbles as she flies
 She'll never say cuckoo
 'Til the fourth day of July
 Well for working, I'm too lazy
 And for begging, that's too slow
 Train a-robbing, too dangerous
 So to gamble, did I go
 Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds
 Well I've known you, I've know you of old
 You robbed my poor pockets
 Of their silver and their gold
 Headin' out on Tenkiller Mountain
 I'm gonna build me, I'm gonna build me a still
 I'll sell you two gallons
 For a five dollar bill
 I would go to Montana
 If the moon showed any light
 But my pony can't travel
 This dark road tonight
 Well it's once I
 Had a sweetheart
 And her age was sixteen
 She was the flower of a Belton
 And the rose of Selene
 But her parents were against me
 Now she is the same
 If I've writ your book, love
 You just blot out my name
 And the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
 She warbles as she flies
 She'll never say cuckoo
 'Til the fourth day of July