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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 birds

Cried out in-side the pie.

Then Jim-my turned and looked at John,

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 —

And soon they ate the pie;

The birds flew out and found their nests

Down in the yel-low rye.