The Cuckoo (com Riley Baugus)

Oh the cuckoo
(Oh the cuckoo)
She's a pretty bird
(She's a pretty bird)
She wore holes
As she flies
She never says cuckoo
Till the fourth day
Of July

Jack of diamonds
(Jack of diamonds)
Jack of diamonds
(Jack of diamonds)
I know you, from old
You've robbed
My poor pockets
Of my silver
And my gold

My horses ain't hungry
They won't eat your hay
I'll ride
Them a little further
I'll feed
Them along the way