CocoMelon - 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!
(And) every fiddle, 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.



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 fiddle, 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.

Written by:
DP, JOSEPH V MICALLEF

Publisher:
Lyrics © ANTIOCH PUBLISHING SERVICES, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave

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