OLD King Cole

Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He callid for his pipe,
And he call'd for his bowl,

And he call'd for his fiddlers three.

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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

GAY go up and gay go down,

To ring the bells of London town.
Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Kettles and pans,

Say the bells of St. Ann's.
You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells of St. Helen's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
Pray when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I am sure I don't know,
Says the great bell of Bow.

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WAS an apple-pie;

B bit it;
C cut it;
D danced for it;
E eyed it;
F fought for it;
G gaped for it;
H hung it up;
I inspected it;
J jumped at it;
K kicked it;
L longed for it;
M mourned for it;
N nodded at it;
O opened it;
P peeped in it;
Q quartered it;
R ran for it;
S skipped for it;
T turned it;
U upset it;
V viewed it;
W wished for it;

X, Y, Z, and &, all did the same;
and at last the pie was, by final consent,
divided among the whole party.

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So off he march'd with his nice new hat,
And on the

way

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 ?
Oh, yes, Mr. Rat, I'm learning to spin.

Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?
For froggy and I are fond of good cheer.

But as they were all a merry-making,
The cat and her kittens came tumbling in.