Track 2077/11Song Of Sixpence

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Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie And when the pie was opened, the birds began to sing Oh, 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 Then down came a blackbird and pecked up her nose She made such a commotion that little Jenny-rat Flew down into the garden and popped it on again