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 fiddler three

Every fiddle, he had a fiddle

And a very fine fiddle had he

Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare

With King Cole and 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

Every fiddle, he had a fiddle

And a very fine fiddle had he

Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare

With King Cole and his fiddlers three