Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he,

He called for his pipe ,

And he called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddler's three.

Every fiddler had a fine fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he;

Twee twiddle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers,

Very merry men are we;

Oh there's none so rare

As can compare

With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

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