Lyrics:

Oh, the cuckoo is a pretty bird
That wobbles as she flies
But she never says coo-coo
Till the fourth day of July.

I've gambled in England
I've gambled in Spain
An' I bet you ten dollars
That I'll beat you next game.

I build me a cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Nelly
As she goes ridin' by.

I wish I was a poet
An' could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
Lord, she would understand.