(Traditional)
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Gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high
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So I can see my darling as she goes passing by
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Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and she warbles as she flies
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But she never says cuckoo 'til the fourth day of July
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Now my horses, they ain't hungry and they won't eat your hay
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So I'll ride on just a little further and feed them on the way
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Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and she warbles as she flies
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She will cause you never no trouble and she'll tell you no lie
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You can see that I have wandered by the dust that's on my feet
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The Cuckoo
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