Текст песни The Cuckoo

Well, the cuckoo, she's fine bird; she warbles as she flies But the cuckoo don't holler "cuckoo" till the fourth day of July Yes I gambled down in Texas, I gambled up in Maine I'm going back to Harlan County to knock down my last game Yes the cuckoo, she's a fine bird, and I wish that she were mine But the cuckoo, she don't drink water, she only drinks wine