An Alphabet Of Old Friends
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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 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!
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| L
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Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them.
Let them alone and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them, &c.
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| M
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Mistress Mary.
Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow!
With silver bells,
And cockle shells.
And cowslips all of a-row.
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| N
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Needles and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries his trouble begins.
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