Gonna build me a log cabin

on a mountain so high,

So I can see Willy,

as she goes walking by.

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Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird,

Lord, she warbles as she flies;

She'll never say cuckoo

Till the fourth day of July.

Well I played cards in old England

And I've gambled over in Spain,

And I'll bet you ten dollars

That I'll beat you next game.

My horses they ain't hungry

And they won't eat your hay.

I'll drive home just a little further

Wondering why you treat me this way.

Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird.

Lord, she warbles as she flies.

She'll cause never more trouble

And she'll tell you no lies.

There's one thing that's been a puzzle

Since the day that time began:

A man's love for, for his woman

And her sweet love for her man.

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