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