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 open'd,
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 and honey. |
| The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes; By came a Jackdaw, And snapt off her nose. |
| They sent for the king's doctor, Who sewed it on again; The Jackdaw for this naughtiness Deservedly was slain. |