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!


And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he.

“Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee,” went the fiddlers.


 Oh, there’s none so rare

 As can compare

 With King Cole and his fiddlers three.