So off he ran told Old King Cole and told the fiddlers Three,
And Old King Cole said, “Bless my soul! such things must never be!”
And. putting up his pipe, dispatched a Fiddler in a trice
To find Jack Horner and request the aid of his advice.
And Old King Cole said, “Bless my soul! such things must never be!”
And. putting up his pipe, dispatched a Fiddler in a trice
To find Jack Horner and request the aid of his advice.
Jack Horner cried; “Alackaday! and can it really be.
There lives a child who never heard about my pie and me?
I cannot spread the news myself—I’m busy finding plums.
You’d better ask the King, of France when next this way he comes?”
There lives a child who never heard about my pie and me?
I cannot spread the news myself—I’m busy finding plums.
You’d better ask the King, of France when next this way he comes?”
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