Well the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
She'll never say cuckoo
'Til the fourth day of July
Well for working, I'm too lazy
And for begging, that's too slow
Train a-robbing, too dangerous
So to gamble, did I go
Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds
Well I've known, I've know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets
Of their Silver and their gold
Headin' out on Tenkiller Mountain
I'm gonna build me, I'm gonna build me a still
I'll sell ya two gallons
For a five dollar bill
I'll go to Montana
If the moon shone any light
But my pony can't travel
This dark road tonight
Well it's one side
And it's sweetheart
And her age was sixteen
She was the flower of the [?] and the rose of Selene
But her parents were against me
Now she is the same
If I've written your book, love
You've just blot out my name
Well the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
And she warbles as she flies
She'll never say cuckoo
'Til the fourth day of July
