Oh the cuckoo (Oh the cuckoo) She's a pretty bird (She's a pretty bird) She wore holes As she flies She never says cuckoo Till the fourth day Of July Jack of diamonds (Jack of diamonds) Jack of diamonds (Jack of diamonds) I know you, from old You've robbed My poor pockets Of my silver And my gold My horses ain't hungry They won't eat your hay I'll ride Them a little further I'll feed Them along the way