The Real Mother Goose

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OLD KING COLE

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!
And every fiddler, he had a fine 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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