A SONG OF SIX-PENCE.

Sing a song, a brand new song:“Sing a song of six-pence,A pock-et full of rye.”John and Jim-my both picked some,So they could have a pie.And when they’d filled their pock-ets full,Down in the field of rye,They found some cun-ning lit-tle birds,To put in-to the pie.Six pret-ty lit-tle hid-den nests,Down in the yel-low rye,Held four-and-twen-ty ba-by birds,E-nough to fill the pie.They set them all with-in the dish,Lined with a crust of rye;But soon the four-and-twen-ty birdsCried out in-side the pie.Then Jim-my turned and looked at John,

Sing a song, a brand new song:“Sing a song of six-pence,A pock-et full of rye.”John and Jim-my both picked some,So they could have a pie.And when they’d filled their pock-ets full,Down in the field of rye,They found some cun-ning lit-tle birds,To put in-to the pie.Six pret-ty lit-tle hid-den nests,Down in the yel-low rye,Held four-and-twen-ty ba-by birds,E-nough to fill the pie.They set them all with-in the dish,Lined with a crust of rye;But soon the four-and-twen-ty birdsCried out in-side the pie.Then Jim-my turned and looked at John,

Sing a song, a brand new song:“Sing a song of six-pence,A pock-et full of rye.”John and Jim-my both picked some,So they could have a pie.

Sing a song, a brand new song:

“Sing a song of six-pence,

A pock-et full of rye.”

John and Jim-my both picked some,

So they could have a pie.

And when they’d filled their pock-ets full,Down in the field of rye,They found some cun-ning lit-tle birds,To put in-to the pie.Six pret-ty lit-tle hid-den nests,Down in the yel-low rye,Held four-and-twen-ty ba-by birds,E-nough to fill the pie.

And when they’d filled their pock-ets full,

Down in the field of rye,

They found some cun-ning lit-tle birds,

To put in-to the pie.

Six pret-ty lit-tle hid-den nests,

Down in the yel-low rye,

Held four-and-twen-ty ba-by birds,

E-nough to fill the pie.

They set them all with-in the dish,Lined with a crust of rye;But soon the four-and-twen-ty birdsCried out in-side the pie.

They set them all with-in the dish,

Lined with a crust of rye;

But soon the four-and-twen-ty birds

Cried out in-side the pie.

Then Jim-my turned and looked at John,

Then Jim-my turned and looked at John,

two children feeding birds

And John took up the pie,And back the lit-tle lad-dies wentIn-to the field of rye.The moth-er bird flew up and shrieked,“O, have you baked that pie?How can you bring the cru-el dish,And eat it in the rye!” John—And soon they ate the pie;The birds flew out and found their nestsDown in the yel-low rye.

And John took up the pie,And back the lit-tle lad-dies wentIn-to the field of rye.The moth-er bird flew up and shrieked,“O, have you baked that pie?How can you bring the cru-el dish,And eat it in the rye!” John—And soon they ate the pie;The birds flew out and found their nestsDown in the yel-low rye.

And John took up the pie,And back the lit-tle lad-dies wentIn-to the field of rye.

And John took up the pie,

And back the lit-tle lad-dies went

In-to the field of rye.

The moth-er bird flew up and shrieked,“O, have you baked that pie?How can you bring the cru-el dish,And eat it in the rye!” John—

The moth-er bird flew up and shrieked,

“O, have you baked that pie?

How can you bring the cru-el dish,

And eat it in the rye!” John—

And soon they ate the pie;The birds flew out and found their nestsDown in the yel-low rye.

And soon they ate the pie;

The birds flew out and found their nests

Down in the yel-low rye.


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