Oh the cuckoo is a pretty bird that waggles as she flies.
But she never sings cuckoo till the very day she lies.

I've gambled in England, I've gambled in Spain.
And I bet you ten dollars that I'll beat you once again.

I built me a cabin on a mountain so high,
So I can see Mary as she goes right by.

I wish I was a poet and could write a fine hand.
I'd write my love a letter, Lord, she would understand.


Traditional Folk Song