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