Verse
F#
Oh, the cuckoo is a pretty bird
A B
That wobbles as she flies
F#
But she never says coo-coo
A F#
Till the fourth day of July
[Verse]
B F#
I've gambled in England
B F#
I've gambled in Spain
F#
An' I bet you ten dollars
A F#
That I'll beat you next game
[Verse]
F#
I build me a cabin
A F#
On a mountain so high
F#
So I can see Nelly
A F#
As she goes ridin' by
[Verse]
F#
I wish I was a poet
A F#
An' could write a fine hand
F#
I'd write my love a letter
A
Lord, she would understand.