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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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'til the fourth 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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'til the fourth day of July. |
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Gonna build me a castle |
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On a mountain so high |
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So I can see my true love |
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As she passes by |
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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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'til the fourth day of July. |
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Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds, |
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I know you of old |
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You have robbed me of my poor pockets |
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Of silver and 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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'til the fourth day of July. |
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I've gambled in England, |
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And I've gambled down in Spain. |
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I gambled with five aces, |
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Now I've gambled my last game. |
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Oh, it's gamblin' that's brought me prison, |
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And it's gamblin' that's brought me pain |
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I'll never see the cuckoo |
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Or hear her song again |
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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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'til the fourth day of July |
