The Song Of Sixpence Picture Book

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	AN ALPHABET OF OLD FRIENDS,
		A carrion crow sat on an oak, Watching a tailor shape his cloak. " Wife, bring me my old bent bow, That I may shoot yon carrion crow." The tailor he shot and missed his mark, And shot his own sow quite through the heart. "Wife, wife, bring brandy in a spoon, For our old sow is in a swoon."
		Ba, ba, black sheep, Have you any wool ? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full.	One for my master, One for my dame, But none for the little boy That cries in the lane.
		Hen. Cock, cock, I have la-a-ayed ! Cock. Hen, hen, that's well sa-a-ayed I Hen. Although I have to go bare-footed every day-a-ay! Cock. (Con spriito.) Sell your eggs and buy shoes ! Sell your eggs and buy shoes!
		Dickery, dickery, dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, Down the mouse ran, Dickery, dickery, dock.