Ol Dumd Cole
'Ol Dumd Cole,
Was a merry 'ol soul,
When he lit up...
His crack bowl...
Butt da' dwug dunn made hyme dumd,
Of da joys 's crack he a'ways sung..
Some daze he mitta lit up dung..
Now hez siten in a cozee place....
King 'a da masta race....
King 'a cwack....
Still fly'in high....
Even if he doon nokw y.
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