Old King Cole


Lyrics

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and his called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler had a fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee went the fiddler threes
And so merry we will be.


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  • Song with chords, Adapted Version, Lesson ideas (PDF)
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