“Cuckoo”

Well, the cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
And she never hollers, “Cuckoo”
’Til the fourth day of July

Well, she brings us glad tidings
And she tells us no lies
And she never hollers, “Cuckoo”
’Til the fourth day of July

Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds
Well, I know you of old
You have robbed my, my poor pockets
Of their silver and their gold

Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So that I can see my darling
As that poor girl rides on by

Gonna build me pretty cuckoo
And she warbles as she flies
And she never hollers, “Cuckoo”
’Til the fourth day of July

Peter: Thank you.