Old King Cole

by Mother Goose

　　

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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 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.

　　

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Consider reading this nursery rhyme in verse: L. Frank Baum's Old King Cole.

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