Old King Cole.
Old King ColeWas 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 fiddler, he had a fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.Oh, there’s none so rare,As can compareWith King Cole and his fiddlers three!
Old King ColeWas 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 fiddler, he had a fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.Oh, there’s none so rare,As can compareWith King Cole and his fiddlers three!
Old King ColeWas a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;
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.
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there’s none so rare,As can compareWith King Cole and his fiddlers three!
Oh, there’s none so rare,
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three!