Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, he called for his glass, And he called for his fiddlers three. 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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