| Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
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| She warbles as she flies
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| But I never give her water
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| Till the forth day of July
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| It is often that I wonder
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| Why women love men
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| And I look back and I wonder
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| Why men are men
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| Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
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| She warbles as she flies
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| But I never give her water
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| Till the forth day of July
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| Gonna build me another castle
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| On a mountain so high
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| So then I can see my true love
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| As she passes by Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
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| She warbles as she flies
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| But I never give her water
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| Till the forth day of July
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
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| I know you of old
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| You have robbed my poor pockets
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| Of silver and of gold
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| Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
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| She warbles as she flies
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| But I never give her water
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| Till the forth day of July… |