The Cuckoo

Well, a cuckoo, she's a pretty bird

And she warbles as she flies

She don't ever holler cuckoo

Til the fourth day of July

Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds

I know you from old you robbed my poor

Of such silver and gold

Well sometimes I wonder why women love men

And sometimes I wonder why men love them

Why, horses ain't hungry

They won't eat your hay

I'll feed them good water

Drink wine all day

I'm gonna build me a log cabin

On a mountain so high so I can see Willi

As he goes on by