Sing a song of six pance Pocket full of rye Four and twenty black birds Baked in a pie When the pie was opened The birds began to sing Wasn't this a dainty dish to set before the king
The king was in the counting house Counting out his money The queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey The maid was in the courtyard Hanging out the clothes When along came a black bird And NIPPED off her nose! END
((a different version)) sing a song of 3 deaths Seen them with my eye Hidden in the shadows Watched them all go by 20 steadfast soldiers Sent to gaurd the king Oh what a sad song for anyone to sing.
The king was in the state room Planning for a war The qeen was in the bedroom Dead upon the floor The maid had heard the killer A peoet, harp well strung.. He came back to find her And cut out her tongue.
Swift Crow · Tue Dec 07, 2004 @ 11:13pm · 0 Comments |