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Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird |
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And she warbles when she flies |
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But she never hollers cuckoo |
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Till the fourth day of July |
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Said Jack O' Diamonds, well Jack O' Diamonds |
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Well, I know you of old |
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Honey, you've robbed me of my silver |
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And out of all my gold |
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All of my gold, all of my gold |
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Well, Jack O' Diamonds, oh, Jack O' Diamonds |
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Oh, I knew you of old |
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Honey, you robbed me of my silver |
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And out of all my gold |
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Said, the cuckoo, she's a cruel bird |
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And she warbles when she flies |
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And every time that she passes |
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My true love says goodbye |
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Well, says goodbye, well, says goodbye |
