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
All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective authors, artists and labels. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. Please support the artists by purchasing related recordings and merchandise.