Old King Cole
Poemby Anonymous
Volume: 10 | Page: 28
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Reading ModeOLD King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul washe;
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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