Lyrics

(Words and music, traditional)

gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high
so I can see my sugar-babe as she goes on by

oh, the cuckoo, she’s a pretty bird, and she warbles as she flies
she’ll never say “cuckoo” till the fourth day of July

my horses, they’re not hungry, and they won’t eat your hay
gonna drive on a little further, feed ‘em on my way

jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, well I know you of old
you have robbed my poor pockets of all my silver and my gold