Gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high, So I can see Willy, as she goes walking by. Chorus: Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, Lord, she warbles as she flies; She'll never say cuckoo Till the fourth day of July. Well I played cards in old England And I've gambled over in Spain, And I'll bet you ten dollars That I'll beat you next game. My horses they ain't hungry And they won't eat your hay. I'll drive home just a little further Wondering why you treat me this way. Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird. Lord, she warbles as she flies. She'll cause never more trouble And she'll tell you no lies. There's one thing that's been a puzzle Since the day that time began: A man's love for, for his woman And her sweet love for her man. Chorus:
