Music Song Lyrics

Sing a Song of Sixpence Lyrics

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 parlor,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
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Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.[1]