Kristin Hersh The Cuckoo
Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird She wobbles when she flies She don't ever hollar cuckcoo Till the fourth day of July Jack o' Diamonds Jack o' Diamonds I know you, of old You rob my poor pockets Of silver and gold Oh the cuckcoo She's a pretty bird I wish that she were mine She don't ever drink water She only drink wine Gonna build me A log cabin On a mountain so high So I can see Willie When he goes on by