The Cuckoo lyrics

Well the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she wobbles as she flies But the cuckoo never wobbles Till the sixth day of July Jack o'Diamonds, Jack o'Diamonds Well I know you from old You've robbed my poor pockets Of that silver and gold Well I played cards in England And I played cards in Spain But if I's here for to gamble I would win you next game Well the cuckoo she's a pretty bird And she wobbles as she flies But the cuckoo never wobbles Till the sixth day of July