iti ie Cole

eva,

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
Coree.
And every fiddler he had
fine fiddle, —
And a very fine fiddle
had he; Gar
““Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” said the fiddlers >.
‘Ch there’s none so rare, they can compare, _
With King Cole and his fiddlers three !”’

Vy F HEN I was a bachelor,
i . .T lived by myself,
"And all the bread and
_. cheese I got, I put
upon the shelf;
But the rats and the mice, they
made such a strife ;
i had to go to market, to buy
myself a wife.

 

1¢ streéts were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
ad to bring my wife home on a wheelbarrow;

e wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,

Pics iN

AWA, BA-A, black sheep,

Have you any wool?
“Yes, Sit, yes, Sit,

 

ates Rees) heats
i ne ie Dags ULL
e for my master,
SA RRS
One for mv dame,.

t

ind one for the httle boy”
Phat ves in our lane.”