Old King Cole
Good King Cole
And he call'd for his Bowle,
And he call'd for Fiddler's three:
And there was Fiddle, Fiddle,
And twice Fiddle, Fiddle,
For 'twas my lady's Birth-day,
Therefore we kept Holy-day
And come to be marry
Copyright © Coy Bothwell | Year Posted 2022
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