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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird
She sings while she flies
She never gets lonesome
Till the first day of July

I've gambled down in England
I've gambled in Spain
It's gambling that's brought me prison
It's gambling that's brought me pain

Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds
I've known you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and of gold

Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
And she never gets lonely
Till the fourth day of July

Stranger lady Stranger lady
Our eyes met once that night
I'll be there at your doorstep
Till the sun is shining bright

I wish I was a poet
An' could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
Lord, she would understand

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