6.
Old King COLE was a mellow old Soul
And he loved for to lave his clay:
But not with water; for he had in that quarter
An hy-dro-pho-bi-a.
So he always ordered Hemp for those that joined a Temp-
erance Society;
And he swore a _Drop_ too much, should always finish such
As refused for to wet t'other eye.
For old King COLE, &c.
7.
On old King COLE left cheek was a mole,
So he called for his Secretary;
And bade him look in a Fortune-telling Book,
And read him his destiny.
And the Secretary said, when his fate he had read,
And cast his nativity,
A mole on the face boded something would take place;
But not what that something might be.
For old King COLE, &c.
8.
Old King COLE, he scratched his poll;
And resigned to his fate was he:
And he said, "It is our will, that our Pipe and Glass you fill,
And call for our Fiddlers three."
So PAGAN-IN-I took VIOTTI in G;
And his _Concerto_ played he:
But at page forty-four, King COLE began to snore:
So they parted company.
For old King COLE, &c.
9.
Old King COLE drank so much Alcohol
That he reeked like the worm of a still;
And, while lighting his pipe, he set himself alight,
And he blew up like a gunpowder mill.
And these are the whole of the records of King COLE
From the COTTON Library;
If you like you can see 'em at the British Museum
In Russell Street, Bloomsbury.
For old King COLE was a merry old Soul,
And a merry old Soul was he:
He called for his Pipe, and he called for his Glass,
And he called for his Fiddlers three.
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THE END OF THE
Eighth Volume
OF
_AN ENGLISH GARNER_,
_INGATHERINGS FROM OUR HISTORY AND LITERATURE_:
COMPLETING THE SERIES.
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