Else—but a green monkey.
So, when Old King Cole did call for his bowl,—
As in truth, very oft did he,—
If he’d send away the fellows, to make merry in the cellars,
Why, a sly little drop took she,
Why, a sly, &c.
But little Queen Cole (and it’s true upon my soul,
Strange though the fact may be)
She scolded the King like anything,
For smoking of tobaccy!