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Oh,
the
cuckoo
she's
a
pretty
bird
She
warbles
as
she
flies
She
never
gets
lonesome
'Til
the
fourth
day
of
July
Gonna
build
me
a
log
cabin
On
the
mountain
so
high
So
I
can
see
the
cuckoo
As
she
goes
flying
by
I've
played
cards
in
England
I've
gambled
in
Spain
I
bet
you
ten
dollars
I'll
beat
you
next
game
Oh,
the
cuckoo
she's
a
pretty
bird
She
warbles
as
she
flies
And
she
never
gets
lonesome
'Til
the
fourth
day
of
July
Jack
of
diamonds,
jack
of
diamonds
I
know
you
of
old
You've
robbed
my
poor
pocket
Of
silver
and
of
gold
My
horses
ain't
hungry
They
won't
eat
your
hay
So
fare
thee
well,
darling
I'm
going
away
Your
parents
don't
like
me
They
say
I'm
too
poor
They
say
I'm
not
worthy
To
enter
your
door
Oh,
the
cuckoo
she's
a
pretty
bird
She
warbles
as
she
flies
She
never
gets
lonesome
'Til
the
fourth
day
of
July
She
never
gets
lonesome
'Til
the
fourth
day
of
July
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