The Cuckoo

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 Julyjack 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 goldmy horses ain't hungry

they won't eat your hay

I'll ride them a little further

I'll feed them along the way