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 very fine 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 mandolin three.
Every player had a fine mandolin
And a fine mandolin had he,
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare!
With King Cole and his mandolin three.