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.