Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie!
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,
Hanging out the clothes;
There came a little blackbird And pecked off her nose.
They sent for the king's doctor,
who sewed it on again;
He sewed it on so neatly,
the seam was never seen.
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie!
[00:14.36]Sing a song of sixpence,
[00:16.58]A pocket full of rye;
[00:18.82]Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie!
[00:27.80]Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
[00:32.76]The king was in his counting-house,
[00:34.95]Counting out his money;
[00:37.33]The queen was in the parlor,
[00:39.48]Eating bread and honey.
[00:41.75]The maid was in the garden,
[00:44.20]Hanging out the clothes;
[00:46.28]There came a little blackbird And pecked off her nose.
[01:11.96]They sent for the king's doctor,
[01:13.34]who sewed it on again;
[01:16.47]He sewed it on so neatly,
[01:18.33]the seam was never seen.
[01:21.23]Sing a song of sixpence,
[01:23.33]A pocket full of rye;
[01:25.69]Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie!