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 fiddlers three.
Each fiddler, he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee-tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee,
went the fiddlers,
Oh, there's none so rare,
As can compare
With old King Cole and his
fiddlers three!
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