Sing a Song of Sixpence

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Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye;

Four-and-twenty blackbirds

Baked in a pie!

When the pie was opened

The birds began to sing;

Was not that a dainty dish

To set before the King?

The King was in his counting house,

Counting out his money;

The Queen was in the parlour,

Eating bread & honey.

The maid was in the garden,

Hanging out the clothes;

When down came a blackbird

And snapped off her nose.

Roud Folk Song

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