"The Cuckoo" Lyrics

Well, the cuckoo, she a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
And she never no holler cuckoo
Till the fourth of 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