Lyrics

Well the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
and she warbles as she flies
but she never hollers cuckoo,
till the fourth day of July

Jack of Diamonds, I've never
known you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets
of my silver and my gold

Gonna build me a log cabin
on the mountain so high
So I can see Willie
as he passes by

I said, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
and she warbles as she flies
but she never hollers cuckoo,
till the fourth day of July