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 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 lie 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