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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.

Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he.

Twee, tweedle, dee,

Tweedle, dee, dee,

Went the fiddlers.

Oh there’s none so rare

As can compare,

With King Cole and his fiddlers three.