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LD 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,
HEN good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuff'd it well with plums : And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
The queen next morning fried.