THE QUEEN OF HEARTS SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE illustrated by Randolph Caldecott THE QUEEN OF HEARTS THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.
The Queen of Hearts, She made some Tarts,
All on a Summer's Day:
The Knave of Hearts, He stole those Tarts,
And took them right away.
The King of Hearts, Called for those Tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore:
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
his counting-house,
Counting out his Money.
The Queen was in
the Parlour,
Eating Bread and Honey.
The Maid was in
the Garden,
Hanging out the Clothes;
There came a little Blackbird,
And snapped off her Nose.
But there came a Jenny Wren and popped it on again.