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OLD King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And he call'd for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
went the fiddlers.
As can compare
GAY go up and gay go down,
To ring the bells of London town.
Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Ann's.
B bit it;
X, Y, Z, and &, all did the same;
So off he march'd with his nice new hat,
he met with a rat.
When they came to the door of the mouse's hall, They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.
Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within ?
Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?
But as they were all a merry-making,