The Cuckoo

Well the cuckoo is a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
But she never says cuckoo 
Till the fifth day of July

I've gambled in England
And I've gambled in Spain
If I's here for to gamble
I'd win you next game

I build me a cabin
On the mountain so high
So I can see Willy
As he goes passing by

Oh Willy Oh Willy
I'm afraid of your ways
Your mind is to gambling
And lead me a-stray

Well the cuckoo is a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
But she never says cuckoo 
Till the fifth day of July