Lyrics Old King Cole - Kids TV

Bring me my three fiddlers

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 fiddlery 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 pipe and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
Every fiddlery 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
There's none so rare as can compare with King Cole and his fiddlers three
There's none so rare as can compare with King Cole and his fiddlers three

Oh, my fiddlers fiddle again

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 fiddlery 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 pipe and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
Every fiddlery 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
There's none so rare as can compare with King Cole and his fiddlers three
There's none so rare as can compare with King Cole and his fiddlers three