The Cuckoo Is A Pretty Bird

Oh, the cuckoo is a pretty bird
That wobbles as she flies
But she never says coo-coo
Till the fourth day of july.
I’ve gambled in England
I’ve gambled in Spain
An' i bet you ten dollars
That i’ll beat you next game.
I build me a cabin
On a mountain so high
So i can see Nelly
As she goes ridin' by.
I wish i was a poet
An' could write a fine hand
I’d write my love a letter
Lord, she would understand.