La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Sing a song of six bits, a pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
The king was in his counting house,
The queen was in the parlor,
The maid was in the garden,
When down came a blackbird
La la la la la la la la la la
Oh no! She's got no nose!
The maid was in the garden,
When down came a blackbird
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, sing a song of six sprits,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish
Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish