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~ LD King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
H EN good King Arthur ruled this land, V He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
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,
I HAD a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear
HE King of France, and four thousand men,
They drew their swords, and put them up again.
THE King of France went up the hill,
1 With twenty thousand men ;
And ne'er went up again.
DLEASE to remember
Should ever be forgot.