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