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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,

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!

WHE

HEN good King Arthur ruled this land,
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;

And what they could not eat that night,

I

HAD a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear

But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;
The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
And all was because of my little nut-tree.

I skipp'd over water, I danced over sea,
And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.

HE King of France, and four thousand men,

TH

They drew their swords, and put them up again.

HE King of France went up the hill,

THE

With twenty thousand men;

The King of France came down the hill,

And ne'er went up again.