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 had a fiddle,
                  And a very fine fiddle had he;
                   "Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,"
                   And merry we will be.