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The Cuckoo
Written By Rory Gallagher
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- Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird,
- And she warbles as she flies.
- And she never holler cuckoo,
- 'Til the 4th day of July.
- Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds,
- Well I've known you of old.
- Well you've robbed my poor pockets,
- Of the silver and the gold.
- I'm goin up up on a mountain,
- I' m gonna build me a whiskey still.
- And I'll sell you one bottle,
- For a twenty dollar-bill.
- I'm going up upon a hillside,
- And I'm gonna stand lookin' down.
- So I can see my little baby,
- Whenever she is walking around.
- Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird,
- And she warbles as she flies.
- Well she brings us glad tidings,
- And she never tells no lies.
- Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds,
- You're the meanest card I know.
- Well you robbed my poor pockets,
- And you nearly stole my soul.
- Well, I'll eat, when I'm hungry,
- And I'll drink, when I'm dry.
- And if some woman don't shoot me,
- Then I'll live a long time.
- Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo
- Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo Ohh-hoo.