From the recording Kicking the Stone Home
Lyrics
The Cuckoo (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
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
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds, well I know you of old
You have robbed my poor pockets of my silver and my gold
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