Transcribed from the image at Nutty's link above:

JERUSALEM CUCKOO

I am a donkey driver. I'm the best that's in the line.
There's no donkey on the road that can come up to mine.
Talk about Kafusalem and other donkeys too,
No donkey on the road can beat Jerusalem Cuckoo.

CHORUS:
Shout, boys, Hurrah! My troubles they are few.
No donkey on the road can beat Jerusalem Cuckoo.

My donkey 'tis a beauty, his color rather pale.
His ears are long and graceful with a beautiful curly tail.
You have only got to whistle and he knows what he's to do.
A stunning ear for music has Jerusalem Cuckoo.

One day I took my donkey across to Brighton sand.
A lady she got on his back as they passed a German band.
The donkey he got frightened. The lady off he threw,
While loud above the band was heard the voice of my Cuckoo.

I thought my donkey smart enough to run in any race.
I took him to the Derby, and backed him for a place.
The signal it was given and off the horses flew.
First horse at the latter end was Jerusalem Cuckoo.

I always am contented. Not a cross word do I say.
I always get a bit of meat and the donkey gives the bray.
And if he kicks the bucket, I'll tell you what I'll do:
I'll lay me down and die beside Jerusalem Cuckoo.