Well the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
And she wobbles as she flies
But the cuckoo never wobbles
Till the sixth day of July
Jack o'Diamonds, Jack o'Diamonds
Well I know you from old
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of that silver and gold
Well I played cards in England
And I played cards in Spain
But if I's here for to gamble
I would win you next game
Well the cuckoo she's a pretty bird
And she wobbles as she flies
But the cuckoo never wobbles
Till the sixth day of July