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. Every fiddler 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 fiddler 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