A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes/Old King Cole
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LXVIII.
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 glass,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every 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 King Cole and his fiddlers three.