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Blackbirds
four and twenty blackbirds
perched o'er the milhaus floor,
four and twenty blackbirds
perched o'er the milhaus floor,
watching a pair of blackbirds
a pair of blackbirds more,
four and twenty blackbirds
perched o'er the milhaus floor.
said one blackbird to the other,
"you must be my queen,"
said one blackbird to the other,
"you must be my queen,"
and the other replied in turn,
"well, sure enough you my king."
four and twenty blackbirds and
two began to sing.
the queen she sang of milhaus
rising to the sky,
the king he sang of riches baked
in a honey pie.
stick your finger in and taste it on
the sly.
sing a song of six-pence and a pocketful of rye.
the queen she asked that question,
"what makes the milhaus rare?"
the king replied in turn,
"well, tonight it's you so fair."
four and twenty blackbirds too
baked themselves to care,
fly away you dainty dish,
two blackbirds flew upstairs.
when that sun had risen and the
rhyming it was through.
when that sun had rsen and the
rhyming it was through.
four and twenty blackbirds had
rhymed that nursery tune,
fly away two blackbirds with
nothing left to prove.
you count that blackbird lucky
who first to fly away,
bitter the taste left behind and
the lonesome heart astray.
pity not that blackbird,
the blackbird who must stay,
for having tasted blackbird pie,
baked and on display.
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baked and on display.
for having tasted blackbird pie,
the blackbird who must stay,
pity not that blackbird,
the lonesome heart astray.
bitter the taste left behind and
who first to fly away,
you count that blackbird lucky
nothing left to prove.
fly away two blackbirds with
rhymed that nursery tune,
four and twenty blackbirds had
rhyming it was through.
when that sun had rsen and the
rhyming it was through.
when that sun had risen and the
two blackbirds flew upstairs.
fly away you dainty dish,
baked themselves to care,
four and twenty blackbirds too
"well, tonight it's you so fair."
the king replied in turn,
"what makes the milhaus rare?"
the queen she asked that question,
sing a song of six-pence and a pocketful of rye.
the sly.
stick your finger in and taste it on
in a honey pie.
the king he sang of riches baked
rising to the sky,
the queen she sang of milhaus
two began to sing.
four and twenty blackbirds and
"well, sure enough you my king."
and the other replied in turn,
"you must be my queen,"
said one blackbird to the other,
"you must be my queen,"
said one blackbird to the other,
perched o'er the milhaus floor.
four and twenty blackbirds
a pair of blackbirds more,
watching a pair of blackbirds
perched o'er the milhaus floor,
four and twenty blackbirds
perched o'er the milhaus floor,
four and twenty blackbirds
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