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 fiddler three.
Each fiddler he had a fiddle,
Anf the fiddlers went tweedle-dee.
Oh, there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
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