Текст песни




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



Авторы: Elgar Howarth, Traditional Copyright: Chester Music, Topic Records Ltd., Streetvoice International Limited, Topic Records Ltd


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