LYRIC

Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies
But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July.
I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler and I lay my money down
But I never start gamblin' when the cuckoo bird's around, round.
Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies
But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July.
Said Jack o'Diamonds, well Jack o'Diamonds, Lord, I know you of old,
Honey you robbed me of my silver and out of my gold.

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