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The Knave of Hearts,
Brought back those Tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.

SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE

Sing a Song for Sixpence,

A Pocketful

of Rye;

Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds

Baked

in a Pie.

When the Pie was opened,
The Birds began to sing;
Was not that

a dainty Dish

To set before the King?

The King was in