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Sing a Song of Sick Penance

You and all your arrogance,

And all your golden rings,

Stating with your marriage,

To a tune that sings.

Sing a song of sixpence,

’Cause you have got more,

Jumped right over the fence

And landed on the poor.

You and all your grandeur,

And all your stately charm,

Got to a stately figure,

By bloodshed, death and harm.

Sing a song of sixpence,

’Cause you have got more,

Jumped right over the fence

And fell for ever more.

Sing a song of sixpence,

’Cause now you’re sixpence less.

Jumped right over the fence

And now you’re in a mess.