Oh the cuckoo

She's a pretty bird

She wobbles when she flies

She don't ever hollar cuckcoo

Till the fourth day of July



Jack o' Diamonds

Jack o' Diamonds

I know you, of old

You rob my poor pockets

Of silver and gold



Oh the cuckcoo

She's a pretty bird

I wish that she were mine

She don't ever drink water

She only drink wine



Gonna build me

A log cabin

On a mountain so high

So I can see Willie

When he goes on by