Old King Kan was a miserable man
And a miserable man was he.
He caused his wife both trouble and strive
And screamed like a wild banshee.
A woman more kind you never would find,
As I think you would surely agree,
But she killed King Kan – ahhh – poor old man -
And then ran off with the fiddlers three three three
And ran off with the fiddlers, three.
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