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

Tweedle diddle dee, tweedle dee went the fiddlers

Very fine men are we

There's none so rare as can compare

With the King and his fiddlers three