Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; And he call’d for his pipe, And he call’d for his bowl, And he call’d for his fiddlers three. Then twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle went the fiddlers; Twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle twee. There’s none so rare as can compare To King Cole and his fiddlers three.