One for sorrow, Two for joy,
three for a girl, Four for a boy,
Five for silver, Six for gold,
Seven for a secret, Never to be told.
One for sorrow, Two for joy,
three for a girl, Four for a boy,
Five for silver, Six for gold,
Seven for a secret, Never to be told.
One for sorrow, Two for joy,
three for a girl, Four for a boy,
Five for silver, Six for gold,
Seven for a secret, Never to be told.
One for sorrow, Two for joy,
three for a girl, Four for a boy,
Five for silver, Six for gold,
Seven for a secret, Never to be told.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Wasn't 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,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Wasn't 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,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
There was a crooked man,
Who walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence,
Upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together,
In a little crooked house.
There was a crooked man,
Who walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence,
Upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together,
In a little crooked house.
Dashing through the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bobtail ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing,
A sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one horse open sleigh.
Hey! Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one-horse open sleigh!
Dashing through the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bobtail ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing,
A sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one horse open sleigh.
Hey! Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one-horse open sleigh!
One for sorrow, Two for joy,
three for a girl, Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Wasn't 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,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Wasn't 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,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
There was a crooked man,
Who walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence,
Upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together,
In a little crooked house.
There was a crooked man,
Who walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence,
Upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together,
In a little crooked house.
Dashing through the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bobtail ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing,
A sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one horse open sleigh.
Hey! Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one-horse open sleigh!
Dashing through the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bobtail ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing,
A sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one horse open sleigh.
Hey! Jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
On a one-horse open sleigh!