La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Sing a song of six bits, a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie
When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing
Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish
to set before the king?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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 pecked off her nose
La la la la la la la la la la
Whistling
Oh no! She's got no nose!
The maid was in the garden,
hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird
and pecked off her nose
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, sing a song of six sprits,
a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
bathed in a pie
When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing
Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish
to set before the king?
Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish
to set before the king?
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