Kids, let me tell you about 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 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 shield,
and he called for his sword,
and he called for his swordsmen
three.
Every swordsman he had a sword,
and a very fine sword had he.
Oh,
there's none so rare as can compare
with King Cole and his swordsmen three.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his batter,
and he called for his pan,
and he called for his chefs three.
Every chef he had a cooking,
and a very fine cooking had he.
Oh,
there's none so rare as can compare
with King Cole and his chefs three.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his cape,
and he called for his crown,
and he called for his dressmen three.
Every dressman he had a dress,
and a very fine dress had he.
Oh,
there's none so rare as can compare
with King Cole and his dressmen three.