~ 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 !

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 ;
And what they could not eat that night,

The queen next morning fried,

I HAD a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear
1 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.

T

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 ;
The King of France came down the hill,

And ne'er went up again.

DLEASE to remember
I The Fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot ;
I know no reason
Why gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.