Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird   She warbles as she flies   She never hollers coo coo till the fourth day of July      Gonna build me log cabin   On a mountain so high   So I can see Willie as he goes on by      Well i've played cards in Texas    And I've played cards in Maine   Oh I'll bet you five dollars I'll beat you next game      Jack of Diamonds Jack of Diamonds   Oh I know you of old   You robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold      Rye whiskey, rye whiskey   Oh I know you of old   You robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold      Sometimes I feel much younger   Sometimes I feel so old   Sometimes the warm sun shines sometimes it's dreadful cold      Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird    How I wish she was mine   She never drinks water she only drinks wine