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.
Now every fiddler had a fine fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he
Fiddle iddle iddle iddle ee went the fiddlers
Fiddle iddle ee fiddle ee
There's none so rare as can compare
As 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 drummers three
Now every drummer had a fine drum and very fine drum had he
Rum diddy dum diddy dum went the drummers
Fiddle iddle iddle iddle ee went fiddlers
Fiddle iddle ee fiddle ee
There's none so rare as can compare
As 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 pipers three.
Now every piper had a fine pipe
And a very fine pipe had he
Root tiddy toot tiddy toot went the pipers
Rum diddy dum diddy dum went the drummers
Fiddle iddle iddle iddle ee went the fiddlers
Fiddle iddle ee fiddle ee
There's none so rare as can compare
As King Cole and his fiddlers three



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Writer(s): Dp Dp, Abigail Jane Cotton, Anna Ruth Scantlebury
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