Ba ba black sheep

Ba ba black sheep,
Have you any wool?
yes sir yes sir
Three bags full.
One for my master,
One for the daim,
One for the little boy
who lives down the lane
Sing a song of six pence
Sing a song of six pence
Pocket full of rice
Four and twenty black birds
Baked in the pie
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing