Little Maggie
Over yonder stands little Maggie
with a dram glass in her hand.
She’s drinking away her troubles
and courting some other man.
Oh, how can I ever stand it
to see them two blue eyes
A shining in the moonlight
like two diamonds in the sky.
Pretty flowers were made for blooming,
pretty stars were made to shine.
Pretty women were made for loving;
Little Maggie was made for mine.
Last time I saw my little Maggie,
she was sitting on the banks of the sea
with a forty-four strapped around her,
and a banjo on her knee.
I’m going down to the station
with my suitcase in my hand,
I’m a going to leave this country,
and I’m a going to some far distant land.
Go away, go away little Maggie,
Go and do the best you can.
I’ll get me another woman,
you can get you another man.
The Cuckoo Bird
Oh the cuckoo bird
She's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
But I never give her water
'Til the fourth day of July.
Gonna build me another castle
On a mountain so high
So I can see my true love
As he goes flying by.
Oh the cuckoo bird
She's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
But I never give her water
'Til the fifth day of July.
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds
I know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and of gold.
Oh the cuckoo bird
She's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
But I never give her water
'Til the sixth day of July.
You can sing of love and dying
You can sing of sinful ways
But I'll sing of the cuckoo flying
All the number of my days.
Oh the cuckoo bird
She's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
But I never give her water
'Til the seventh day of July.