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 fiddler three

Every fiddle, 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 fiddle, he had a fiddlе
And a very fine fiddle had hе
Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three