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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.

Mistress Mary,

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.