Old King Cole
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
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers three
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers three
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his queen and he called for his court
And he called for his trumpeters three
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters three
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters three
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his ladies and he called for his lords
And he called for his drummers three
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers three
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers three
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the drummers
Dance and dance and dance until
You all fall down with me!
Whee!