North country lass/Old King Coul

OLD KING COUL.

OLD King Coul was a jolly old Soul,
and a jolly old soul was he,
Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,
⁠and they brought him in fidlers three:
And every fidler was a very good fidler,
⁠and a very good fidler was he,
Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers three
⁠and there’s no a lass in braid Scotland,
⁠⁠compared to our sweet Marjory.

Old King Coul was a jolly old foul,
⁠and a jolly old soul was he, Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,
⁠and they brought him in pipers three:
Ha-didle, how-didle, ha-didle, how-didle, went the pipers three:
Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers:
⁠And there's no a lass, &c.

Old King Coul was a jolly old soul,
⁠and a jolly old soul was he:
Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,
⁠and they brought him in harpers three,
Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers;
Ha-didle, how-didle, ha-didle how-didle, went the pipers;
Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers,
⁠And there’s no a lass, &c.

Old King Coul was a jolly old soul,
⁠and a jolly old soul was he,
Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,
⁠and they brought him in trumpeters three,
Twara-rang, twara-rang, went the trumpeters,
Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers;
Ha-didle, how-didle, went the pipers;
Fidle-didle, fidle didle, went the fidlers,
⁠And there’s no a lass, &c.

Old King Coul was a jolly old soul,
⁠and a jolly old soul was he,
Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,
⁠and they brought him in drummers three,
Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, went the drummers;
Twara-rang, twara-rang, went the trumpeters,
Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers;
Ha-didle, how-didle, went the pipers,
Fidle-didle, fidle-didle, went the fidlers three,
⁠And there’s no a lass, &c.