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 LXVII.

Grey goose and gander, waft your wings together, And carry the good king's daughter over the one-strand river.

LXVIII.

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 glass, And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler, he 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.

LXIX.

If I'd as much money as I could spend, I never would cry, 'Old chairs to mend! Old chairs to mend! Old chairs to mend!' I never would cry, 'Old chairs to mend!'

If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, 'Old clothes to sell! Old clothes to sell! Old clothes to sell!' I never would cry, 'Old clothes to sell!'