Oh the cuckoo
She’s a pretty bird
She wobbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the fourth day of July
It is often that I wonder why women love men
Then I look back and I wonder why men are men
Oh the cuckoo
She’s a pretty bird
She wobbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the fourth day of July
Gonna build me a castle on a mountain so high
So I can see my true love as she passes by
Oh the cuckoo
She’s a pretty bird
She wobbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the fourth day of July
Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds, I know you of old
You have robbed me my whole pockets of silver and gold
Oh the cuckoo
She’s a pretty bird
She wobbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the fourth day of July
Oh the cuckoo
She’s a pretty bird
She wobbles as she flies
But I never give her water
Till the fourth day of July
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