Cuckoo

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.