Nursery Rhyme. I. Historical - 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.
    Every 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 King Cole and his fiddlers three!

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXVII. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCII. Local.

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Nursery Rhyme. XXXIX. Literal

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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.
Ev'ry fiddler had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he.

Tweedle dee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee,
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three,
O there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXIV. Songs.

    There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,
    There was a man in our toone, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, an old razor, an old razor,
    And he played upon an old razor, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.

    And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, the good roast beef, the good roast beef,
    And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, & c.

    And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe,
    And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, & c.

    And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps,

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXIX. Lullabies.

    I won't be my father's Jack,
        I won't be my mother's Gill,
    I will be the fiddler's wife,
        And have music when I will.
            T'other little tune,
            T'other little tune,
            Pr'ythee, love, play me
            T'other little tune.

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Nursery Rhyme. XXXIX. Literal

    Miss one, two, and three could never agree,
    While they gossiped round a tea-caddy.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCLIII. Relics.

        Old Sir Simon the king,
    And young Sir Simon the 'squire,
            And old Mrs. Hickabout
            Kicked Mrs. Kickabout
    Round about our coal fire!

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Nursery Rhyme. CLV. Songs.

    Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
        If ever thou mean to thrive:
    Nay; I'll not give my fiddle
        To any man alive.

    If I should give my fiddle,
        They'll think that I'm gone mad;
    For many a joyful day
        My fiddle and I have had.

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