Old King Cole
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 fiddle so fine
And a very fine fiddle had he
Oh there’s none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three
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 fiddle so fine
And a very fine fiddle had he
Oh there’s none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three