| Little Jack Horner |
| Sat in the corner, |
| Eating a Christmas pie; |
| He put in his thumb, |
| And he took out a plum, |
| And said, |
| "What a good boy am I!" |
| Old King Cole |
| 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 three. |
| Every fiddler, he had a 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 |
| With King Cole and his fiddlers three. |
| Baa, baa, black sheep, |
| Have you any wool? |
| Yes, marry, have I, |
| Three bags full; |
| One for my master, |
| And one for my dame, |
| And one for the little boy |
| Who lives in the lane. |
