Old King Cole

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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 had a fine fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he:

(Twee-tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee, went the fiddlers three)--

Oh, there's none so rare as can compare

With King Cole and his fidd
ers three!"



I

Good Queen Kate was his royal mate,

And a right royal mate was she:

She would frequently state that carousing till late

Was something that never should be.

But every fiddler had such a fine fiddle,--

Oh, such a fine fiddle had he,--

That old King Cole, in his inmost soul,

Was as restive as he could be.



II

When thus spoke she to his majesty,

He planted his crown on tight.

"We will wait," whispered he to the fiddlers three,

"Till the Queen has retired for the night."

Every fiddler then tuned up his fiddle,

And tuned it as true as could be:

While old King Cole got his pipe and bowl

And replenished them secretly.



III

So gay they grew as the night hours flew,

He forgot how the time sped away;

Till swift overhead he heard the Queen's tread

As she sprang out of bed, when he hurriedly said

They might finish the tune the next day.

Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he:

Oh, 't was not fair such a concert rare

Should be ended so suddenly!



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