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.
Wasn't 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 and honey.

The maid was in the garden,
hanging out the clothes,
Along came the blackbird
and pecked off her nose!

Text und Musik: Traditional. Diese Bearbeitung: © 2001 Detlef Cordes. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.

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