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, had a 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 fiddlers three
Now every fiddler had a fine fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he

Fiddle, diddle dee, fiddle dee went the fiddlers
Very fine men are we!
There's none so rare, as can compare
With the king 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
Now every fiddler had a fine fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he