Oh the cuckoo she’s a fine bird
She sings as she flies
She’ll cause you no trouble
For she’ll tell you no lies

I’ll build me a cabin
On the mountain so high
I’ll think on my true love
As she passes me by

Her love is like a spring day
That swiftly turns cold
She cares not for true love
But only for gold

Make my grave on the hillside
Near the nest of the dove
So she can mourn for me
Like I mourn for my love

Oh, the cuckoo she’s a fine bird
She sings as she flies
She’ll cause you no trouble
For she’ll tell you no lies