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.