Old King Cole

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 very fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he
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 drummers three.

Now, every drummer had a very fine drum,
And a very fine drum had he
There's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his drummers 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 pipers three

Now, every piper had a very fine pipe,
And a very fine pipe had he
There's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his pipers three