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. 
Tweedle dum, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three, Tweedle dum dee, dum dee deedle dee. Tweedle dum, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three, Tweedle dum dee, dum dee deedle dee. And every fiddler Had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he. Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With old King Cole and his fiddlers three.
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