(Traditional) Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July. It is often that I wonder Why women love men And I look back and I wonder Why men are men. Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July. Gonna build me another castle On a mountain so high So then I can see my true love As she passes by. Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July. --- Instrumental --- Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds I know you of old You have robbed my poor pockets Of silver and of gold. Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July...