An Alphabet of Old Friends.
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 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!
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep. And can't tell where to find them.
Let them' alone and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them, &c.
Quite contrary. How does your garden grow '.
With silver bells.
And cockle shells. And cowslips all of a-row.
Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begins.