Sing A Song Of Sixpence
This poem was written by my dad around 1985.

Sing A Song Of Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence,
And what it used to buy,
A bag of chips, a fishcake,
Or a meat-potato pie.    

Happy hours of dancing,
A ticket for a show,
Magic little sixpence
How far it used to go.    

They say we're better off now,
When fivers pass like pence,
It's no use looking backwards,
If we've got any sense.  

But still to us old codgers,
The fondest memories cling
Of days when one small sixpence
Could buy most anything.

(Joe Armitage)

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