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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