The Cuckoo歌词

Oh the cuckoo
Oh the cuckoo
She's a pretty bird
She's a pretty bird
She warbles
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 all way