Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

But I never give her water

Till the forth day of July

It is often that I wonder

Why women love men

And I look back and I wonder

Why men are men

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

But I never give her water

Till the forth day of July

Gonna build me another castle

On a mountain so high

So then I can see my true love

As she passes by

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

But I never give her water

Till the forth day of July

Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds

I know you of old

You have robbed my poor pockets

Of silver and of gold

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird

She warbles as she flies

But I never give her water

Till the forth day of July