Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Willi
As she goes walking by
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've played cards in ol' 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 on just a little further
Wonderin' why you treat me this way
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
Lord, she warbles as she flies
She'll cause you never no trouble
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
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
Lord, she warbles as she flies
She'll never say cuckoo
Till that fourth day of July
The Cuckoo Bird was written by Traditional.