The Cuckoo

Come all ye fair maidens Take warning from me Don't place your affection on a sycamore tree His heart they will wither Its roots will die If I'm forsaken I know not for why My horses ain't hungry They won't eat your hay Fare me well darling As i go my way Gonna build me a log cabin On a mountain so high So I can see my Willie Where he goes on by Oh the cuckoo she's pretty bird She warbles as she flies She never holler cuckoo Till the fourth day of july Oh if you will he will leave me I'll be not for low He will sure forsake me, i'll be not forsworn Jack of diamonds Jack of diamonds I'm known you from old You robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold I've played cards in England I've played cards in Spain I'll bet you ten dollars I'll beat you this game