The house carpenter

Gonna build me a log cabin
on a mountain so high,
So I can see Willy,
as she goes walking by.
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Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird,
Lord, she warbles as she flies
She'll never say cuckoo
Till the fourth day of July.
Well I played cards in old England
And I've gambled over in Spain,
And I'll bet you ten dollars
That I'll beat you next game.
My horses they ain't hungry
And they won't eat your hay.
I'll drive home just a little further
Wondering why you treat me this way.
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird.
Lord, she warbles as she flies.
She'll cause never more trouble
And she'll tell you no lies.
There's one thing that's been a puzzle
Since the day that time began:
A man's love for, for his woman
And her sweet love for her man.
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