The Cuckoo (traditional) Songtext

now my horses, they ain't hungry
and they won't eat your hay
so i'll ride on just a little further
and i'll feed them on the way

oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
and she warbles as she flies
she will cause you never no trouble
and she'll tell you no lies

you can see that i have wandered
by the dust that's on my feet
but now i'll build me a log cabin
and let my true love look for me

oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
and she warbles as she flies
but she never says cuckoo
'til the fourth day of july