Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he;
And he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he. "Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers, " Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With Old King Cole and his fiddlers three!"