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.

Each 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 old King Cole and his fiddlers three!