Oh the cuckoo Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird She's a pretty bird She warbles As she flies She never says cuckoo Till the fourth day Of July Jack of diamonds Jack of diamonds Jack of diamonds Jack of diamonds I know you from old You've robbed My poor pockets Of my silver And my gold My horses ain't hungry They won't eat your hay I'll ride Them a little further I'll feed Them along all way
The Cuckoo歌词
