Old King Cole - Bob Strong

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 very fine

fiddle and a very fine fiddle had he.

«Fiddle diddle dee diddle dee!»

said the fiddlers.

Merry fine men are we.

There’s none so rare as can compare with the boys like you and me.

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 tailors three.

Now every tailor had a very fine needle and a very fine needle had he.

«Stick it in and out, in and out!»

said the tailors.

«Fiddle diddle dee diddle dee!»

said the fiddlers.

Merry fine men are we.

There’s none so rare as can compare with the boys like you and me.

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 jugglers three.

Now every juggler had very fine balls and very fine balls had he.

«Throw your balls in the air!»

said the juggler.

«Stick it in and out, in and out!»

said the tailors.

«Fiddle diddle dee diddle dee!»

said the fiddlers.

Merry fine men are we.

There’s none so rare as can compare with the boys like you and me.

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 butchers three.

Now every butcher had a fine chopper and a very fine chopper had he.

«Put it on the block, chop it off!»

said the butcher.

«Throw your balls in the air!»

said the juggler.

«Stick it in and out, in and out!»

said the tailors.

«Fiddle diddle dee diddle dee!»

said the fiddlers.

Merry fine men are we.

There’s none so rare as can compare with the boys like you and me.

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 painters three.

Now every painter had a very fine brush and a very fine brush had he.

«Slap it up and down up and down!»

said the painters.

«Put it on the block, chop it off!»

said the butcher.

«Throw your balls in the air!»

said the juggler.

«Stick it in and out, in and out!»

said the tailors.

«Fiddle diddle dee diddle dee!»

said the fiddlers.

Merry fine men are we.

There’s none so rare as can compare with the boys like you and me.

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 fishermen three.

Now every fisherman had a fine rod and a very fine rod had he.

«Mine is six foot long!»

said the fishermen.

«Put it on the block, chop it off!»

said the butcher.

«Throw your balls in the air!»

said the juggler.

«Stick it in and out, in and out!»

said the tailors.

«Fiddle diddle dee diddle dee!»

said the fiddlers.

Merry fine men are we.

There’s none so rare as can compare with the boys like you and me.

There’s none so rare as can compare with the boys like you and me.