Lyrics Old King Cole - Bob Smith , Radha

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 fine fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee went the fiddlers
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three