Old King Cole
 | Old 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 fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee twiddle dee, tweedle dew, Went the fiddlers. Oh there's none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three |