Текст песни Blackbirds - Erin McKeown
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
One
blackbird
to
the
other
"You
must
be
my
queen,"
Said
one
blackbird
to
the
other,
"say,
say,
say
you
must
be
my
queen"
Well,
the
other
replied
in
turn,
"well,
Sure
enough,
you're
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
sixpence
and
a
pocketful
of
rye
But
now
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
are
too
baked
themselves
to
care
Fly
away
you
dainty
dish,
two
blackbirds
flew
upstairs
When
that
sun
had
risen
The
rhyming
it
was
through
When
that
sun
had
risen,
yeah,
yeah,
the
rhyming
it
was
through
Four
and
twenty
blackbirds
had
rhymed
that
whole
night
through
Fly
away
two
blackbirds
with
nothing
left
to
prove
Now
you
count
that
blackbird
lucky
Who
first
to
fly
away
Bitter
that
taste
left
behind
The
lonesome
heart
astray
Pity
not
that
blackbird
The
blackbird
who
must
stay
For
having
tasted
blackbird
pie
Baked
and
on
display
Four
and
twenty
blackbirds
Four
and
twenty
blackbirds
perched
o'er
the
milhaus
floor
Watching
a
pair,
watching
a
pair
of
blackbirds
Watching
a
pair
of
blackbirds
A
pair
of
blackbirds
more
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