Lyric The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo she s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies
She never gets lonesome till the first day of July.
I ve gambled in England, and I ve gambled down in Spain.
I gambled with five aces, now I ve gambled my last game.

Oh, it s gamblin that s brought me prison,
And it s gamblin that s brought me pain
I ll never see the cuckoo or hear her song again

Jack o diamonds, jack o diamonds, I know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets of silver and of gold.

Oh the cuckoo she s a pretty bird, she sings as she flies
She never gets lonesome till the first day of July.