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Anonymous ( Неизвестный автор)
Old King Coul
[This song is to be found in Herd's collection of 1776. Burns made some slight alterations on it for Johnson's Museum. Old king Coul, according to fabulous Scottish history, flourished in the fifth century, and was father of the giant Fin M'Coul. Coila (Ayrshire) was under his sway.]
Old King Coul was a jolly old soul, And a jolly old soul was he; And old King Coul he had a brown bowl, And they brought him in fiddlers three; And every fiddler was a very good fiddler, And a very good fiddler was he. Fiddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle, went the fiddlers three: And there's no a lass in a' Scotland, Compar'd to our sweet Marjorie. 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 pipers three: Ha-diddle, how-diddle, ha-diddle, how-diddle went the pipers three; Fiddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle, went the fiddlers three: And there's no a lass in a' the land, Compar'd to our sweet Marjorie. 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-diddle, how-diddle, ha-diddle, how-diddle, went the pipers; Fiddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle, went the fiddlers three: And there's no a lass in a' the land, Compar'd to our sweet Marjorie. 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: Twarra-rang, twarra-rang, went the trumpeters; Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers; Ha-diddle, how-diddle, ha-diddle, how-diddle, went the pipers; Fiddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle, went the fiddlers three: And there's no a lass in a' Scotland, Compar'd to sweet Marjorie. 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; Twarra-rang, twarra-rang, went the trumpeters; Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers; Ha-diddle, how-diddle, ha-diddle, how-diddle, went the pipers; Fiddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle, went the fiddlers three: And there's no a lass in a' the land, Compar'd to sweet Marjorie.
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