Lyrics Old King Cole - Fisher-Price

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!

And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he.
"Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.