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(lost the beat a little, but oh well)
Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
She wobbles when she flies
She don’t ever holler cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July
Jack of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds
I know you of old
You rob my poor pockets of silver and gold
Come all you sweet maidens
wherever you be
your hearts, do not hang them
the sycamore tree
The leaves will wither,
the roots will decay
Oh! I am forsaken
and wasting away
Oh the cuckoo she’s a silly bird
She wobbles when she flies
She don’t ever holler cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July
Jack of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds
I know you of old
You rob my poor pockets of silver and gold
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