The Cuckoo

(Traditional) Gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high So I can see my darling as she goes pa*sing by Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and she warbles as she flies But she never says cuckoo 'til the fourth day of July Now my horses, they ain't hungry and they won't eat your hay So I'll ride on just a little further and feed them on the way Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and she warbles as she flies She will cause you never no trouble and she'll tell you no lie You can see that I have wandered by the dust that's on my feet