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, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there 's none so rare,
as can compare with King
Cole and his fiddlers three!
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