The Cuckoo
Well, the cuckoo, she's fine bird; she warbles as she flies
But the cuckoo don't holler "cuckoo" till the fourth day of July
Yes I gambled down in Texas, I gambled up in Maine
I'm going back to Harlan County to knock down my last game
Yes the cuckoo, she's a fine bird, and I wish that she were mine
But the cuckoo, she don't drink water, she only drinks wine
El Cuco
Bien, el cuco, es un ave fina; gorjea mientras vuela
Pero el cuco no grita 'cuco' hasta el cuarto día de julio
Sí, jugué en Texas, jugué en Maine
Voy a regresar a Harlan County para derribar mi último juego
Sí, el cuco, es un ave fina, y desearía que fuera mía
Pero el cuco, no bebe agua, solo bebe vino