Old King Cole歌詞

Old King Cole - Susie Tallman
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
Well every fiddler he 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
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 mandolins three
Every player had a fine mandolin
And a fine mandolin had he
Oh there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his mandolins 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 bassplayers three
Every player he had a fine bass
And a very fine bass had he
Oh there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his bassplayers 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 guitars three
Every player had a fine guitar
And a fine guitar had he
Oh there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his guitars three
Oh there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three