If I should give my fiddle,
They’ll think that I’m gone mad;
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
Old King Cole,
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he,
And he called for his pipe,
And he called for his glass,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
“Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” said the fiddlers,
“Oh there’s none so rare
“As can compare
“With King Cole and his fiddlers three.”
High diddle doubt, my candle’s out,
My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maid home.