Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
(Ow, splat!)
Well, all the king's singers and all the king's men,
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Turned around and went home again.
Then they told the king what they had seen,
The king sat up, and he called for his fiddlers three.
It was Old King Cole,
A merry old soul,
With his pipe and his bowl
He called for his fiddlers three.
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 bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Now, every fiddler had a fine fiddle,
a very fine fiddle had he...
With the fiddlers three
So merry we will be, so merry we will be.
Well, 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 bowl
And he called for his drummers three.
Oh the grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up they were up.
And when they were down they were down.
And when they were only half way up,
They were neither up nor down.
Up and down...
And when they were up they were up.
And when they were down they were down.
But when they were only half way up,
They found a broken egg.
Oh, Humpty Dumpty!
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