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The Cuckoo
Music by Donovan P. Leitch, lyrics from a traditional poem
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 flies
And 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 may silver saddle
That I'll beat you next game
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
Well, she brings us glad tidings
And tells us no lies
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
And she warble as she flies
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
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