Sing a Song of Sixpence Songtext
von The Cambridge Singers, John Rutter

Sing a song of sixpence, 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 all eaten, the birds began to sing
Wasn′t that a dainty dish to set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence, 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 all eaten, the birds began to sing
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence, sing a song of sixpence The king was in his hunting-gown, counting out his money
The queen was in the parlour, eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes
There came a little blackbird, stamped on the nose
Sing a song of sixpence, 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 all eaten, the birds began to sing
Wasn′t that a dainty dish to set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence, sing a song of sixpence