The Cuckoo Lyrics

Well the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
And she wobbles as she flies
But the cuckoo never wobbles
Till the sixth day of July

Jack o'Diamonds, Jack o'Diamonds
Well I know you from old
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of that silver and gold
Hans Theessink - The Cuckoo - http://motolyrics.com/hans-theessink/the-cuckoo-lyrics.html
Well I played cards in England
And I played cards in Spain
But if I's here for to gamble
I would win you next game

Well the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
And she wobbles as she flies
But the cuckoo never wobbles
Till the sixth day of July