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The Cuckoo

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  • 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.
  • 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.