This text comes from A First Series of Hymns and Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
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 called for his fiddlers three.
Ev'ry fiddler had a fine fiddle,
A very fine fiddle had he.
Then twee tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee, went the fiddler;
And so merry we'll all be.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He call'd for his pipe, and he call'd for his bowl,
And he call'd for his harpers three.
Ev'ry harper had a fine harp,
And a very fine harp had he.
Then twang, twanga-twang, twanga-twang, went the harper;
Twee, tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee, went the fiddler;
And so merry we'll all be.
Then too, tootle-too, tootle-too, went the piper;
Twang, twanga-twang, &c.
Twee, tweedle-dee, &c.
Then rub, rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, went the drummer;
Too, tootle-too, &c.