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

And a fun version
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
His crown was tall and twisty.
It had a flashing light on top
For when the nights were misty.
By
Richard Edwards