Old king Cole 歌詞
Old King Cole - Philippa Knight/Die Liederkinder
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
Every fiddler had a very 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
Every fiddler had a very 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 fiddlers three