Текст песни
Gonna
build
me
a
log
cabin
On
the
mountain
so
high
So
I
can
see
my
honey
babe
As
she
goes
walking
by
Oh
the
cuckoo
she's
a
pretty
bird
And
she
warbles
as
she
flies
And
she
never
says
cuckoo
'Til
the
fourth
day
of
July
I've
played
cards
in
old
England
And
I've
gambled
over
in
Spain
And
I'll
bet
you
ten
dollars
That
I'll
beat
you
next
game
Jack
of
diamonds,
Jack
of
diamonds
And
I've
known
you
from
old
You've
robbed
my
poor
pockets
Of
my
silver
and
my
gold
Oh
the
cuckoo
she's
a
pretty
bird
She
warbles
as
she
flies
And
she
never
says
cuckoo
'Til
the
fourth
day
of
July
My
horses
they're
hungry
And
they
won't
eat
your
hay
I'll
ride
on
a
little
further
And
I'll
feed
'em
on
my
way
Oh
the
cuckoo
she's
a
pretty
bird
She
warbles
as
she
flies
And
she
never
says
cuckoo
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