OLD KING COLE.
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe and he called tor his bow]. And he called for his fiddlers three. So Old King Cole Got his pipe and bis bowl, But his fiddlers, where were they ? They had mounted their wheels, each jovial soul, And merrily ridden away I So old King Cole Spurned his pipe and his bowl, And he said to his slave, said he * Well, I guess I’ll go for a bit of a “ roll,” So fetch my bike to me !’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue IX, 21 August 1897, Page 288
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100OLD KING COLE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIX, Issue IX, 21 August 1897, Page 288
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