gonna build me a log cabin
on a mountain so high
so i can see my darling
as she goes passing by

oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
and she warbles as she flies
but she never says cuckoo
'til the fourth day of july

now my horses, they ain't hungry
and they won't eat your hay
so i'll ride on just a little further
and i'll feed them on the way

oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
and she warbles as she flies
she will cause you never no trouble
and she'll tell you no lies

you can see that i have wandered
by the dust that's on my feet
but now i'll build me a log cabin
and let my true love look for me

oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird
and she warbles as she flies
but she never says cuckoo
'til the fourth day of july