The Cuckoo Songtext
von John Renbourn

Oh, the cuckoo, she′s a pretty bird
And she sings her song so clear
Why she never sings cuckoo, sings cuckoo
Till the summertime draws near

Oh Polly, oh Polly
Don't I wish that you were mine
You would never drink water, babe
You would always drink wine


I′m gonna build me a cabin
On the mountain top so high
So I can see Polly, my Polly
As she goes riding by

I've played cards in England
And I've played cards in Spain
And I bet you my last dollar
I′m gonna beat you the very next game

Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds
Don′t I know you of old
You have robbed my poor pocket
Both of silver and of gold


Yes, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
And she sings her song so clear
Why she never sings cuckoo, sings cuckoo
Till the summertime draws near