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Like kenya or swaziland Doesn't matter what the place They'll still be dancing to the band (mumble mumble jumble) (garble warble farble) (mumble mumble
Well the cukoo is a pretty bird, and she warbles as she flies But the Cukoo never warbles till the 5th day of July I've gambled in England,
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July It is often that I wonder
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July It is often that I wonder
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July It is often that I wonder
Oh, the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But I never give her water Till the forth day of July. It is often that I
Well the cukoo is a pretty bird, and she warbles as she flies But the Cukoo never warbles till the 5th day of July I've gambled in England,
Carry me back to old Virginny Carry me back to old Virginny There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow There's where the birds warble
Carry me back to old Virginny Carry me back to old Virginny There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow There's where the birds warble
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July Said Jack
Oh, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July. Said Jack
... Oh, the cuckoo, she? a pretty bird, and she warbles when she flies But she never hollers cuckoo till the fourth day of July. Said Jack
Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
Oh the Coo Coo, she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies She does not go Coo Coo, til the fourth day of July Going to build me, a log cabin
the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird, and she warbles as she flies She'll never say “cuckoo” till the fourth day of July My horses, they're not hungry, and they
Well, the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and she warbles as she flies and she never sings her cuckoo til the fourth day of July Well i've gambled in
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