Old King Cole

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

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 fiddler he had, 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



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Writer(s): Roland St John Hanneman
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