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 glass, And he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler, he 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 King Cole and his fiddlers three.”
