The Cuckoo

Well, a cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
She don’t ever holler cuckoo
'Til the fourth day of July
Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds
I know you from old
You robbed my poor
Of such silver and gold
Well sometimes I wonder
Why women love men
And sometimes I wonder
Why men love them
Why, horses ain’t hungry
They won’t eat your hay
I’ll feed them good water
Drink wine all day
I’m gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Willi (?)
As he goes on by