作曲 : Elliott
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 parlor,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird And snapped 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!