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
A-fiddle-de-de-de-de went the fiddlers
Jolly 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 trumpeters three
Now every trumpeter had a fine trumpet
And a very fine trumpet had he
Trumpety-trump-trump-trump went the trumpeters
Fiddle-de-de-de-de went the fiddlers
Jolly 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 drummers three
Now every drummer had a fine drum
And a very fine drum had he
Ratta-tat-tat-tat-tat went the drummers
Trumpety-trump-trump-trump went the trumpeters
Fiddle-de-de-de-de went the fiddlers
Jolly fine men are we
There's none so rare as can compare
With the King and his fiddlers three
There's none so rare as can compare
With the King and his fiddlers three
