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, oh i know you of old,
honey you robbed me of my silver and out of all my gold,
all of my gold, all of my gold.
well, jack o diamonds, oh jack o diamonds, oh i know you of old,
honey, you robbed me of my silver and out of all my gold.
said the cuckoo, she s a cruel bird, and she warbles when she flies
and every time that she passes, my true love says good-bye,
well, says good-bye, well says good-bye,
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