Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; And he call’d for his pipe, And he call’d for his bowl, And he call’d for his fiddlers three. Then twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle went the fiddlers; Twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle, twedle twee. There’s none so rare as can compare To King Cole and his fiddlers three. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: HARVEST HOME ] _HARVEST-HOME._ Come, Roger and Nell; Come, Simkin and Bell; Each lad with his lass hither come, With singing and dancing, In pleasure advancing To celebrate harvest-home. ’Tis Ceres bids play And keep holiday To celebrate harvest-home. Our labor is o’er, and our barns in full store Now swell with rich gifts of the land. Let each man then take, for the prong and the rake, His can and his lass in his hand. ’Tis Ceres bids play And keep holiday To celebrate harvest-home. No courtiers can be so happy as we In innocent pastime and mirth, [Illustration] [Illustration] While thus we carouse with our sweetheart or spouse, And rejoice o’er the fruits of the earth. ’Tis Ceres bids play And keep holiday To celebrate harvest-home. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: DOWN IN CVPID’S GARDEN ] “_’TWAS DOWN IN CUPID’S GARDEN._” ’Twas down in Cupid’s garden For pleasure I did go, To see the fairest flowers That in that garden grow. The first it was the jessamine, The lily, pink, and rose, And surely they’re the fairest flow’rs That in that garden grows! I’d not walked in that garden The part of half an hour, When there I saw two pretty maids Sitting under a shady bower. The first was lovely Nancy, So beautiful and fair; The other was a virgin Who did the laurel wear. I boldly stepped up to her, And unto her did say, Are you engaged to any young man? Do tell to me, I pray! [Illustration] I’m not engaged to any young man, I solemnly do swear; I mean to live a virgin, And still the laurel wear. Then hand in hand together This lovely couple went; Resolved was the sailor boy To know her full intent-- To know if he would slighted be When to her the truth he told. Oh no! oh no! oh no! she cried; I love a sailor bold. [Illustration] [Illustration: PHILLADA FLOUTS ME ] [Illustration] [Illustration] _PHILLADA._