Track 1319/5Old King Cole

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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 Old King Cole, old King Cole A merry old soul was he He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl And he called for his fiddlers three Every fiddler he had a fiddle And a very fine fiddle had he Oh, there's none so rare as can compare King Cole and his fiddlers three Old King Cole, old King Cole A merry old soul was he Oh, there's none so rare as can compare King Cole and his fiddlers three Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Old King Cole in his stately home He danced around the throne The fiddlers played and plucked and bowed Their fingers to the bone Old King Cole, old King Cole A merry old soul was he The fiddlers played and plucked and bowed Their fingers to the bone Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah He's old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah Old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah He's old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah Old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah He's old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah Old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah He's old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah Old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah He's old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah Old King Cole, ah-ah-ah-ah He's old King Cole