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, WHI 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. |