Nursery Rhymes:

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 bowel and he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler had a very fine fiddle and a very fine fiddle had he,

Oh there’s none so rare as can compare with King Cole and his fiddlers three.

 

 

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Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he,

He called for his wife in the middle of the night and he called for his children three.

Every child was a very fine child and a very fine child was he.

Oh there’s none so rare as can compare with King Cole and his children three.

 

 

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Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he,

He said to his wife, “It’s the middle of the night, but I want another child past three.”

“Three is the number, it’s a very fine number and not one more child!” said she.

Oh there’s none so rare as can compare with Queen Cole and what she says, hee hee.