Old King Cole

Old King Cole (老國王科爾) - Richard Durrant

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

Ev'ry fiddler he had a 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 slitly little child

And a little old Cole was brive

He was chife of brive

And he never had a bowl

And his close so friend of me

Ev'ry fiddler he had a fiddle

And a very fine fiddle had he

I'll do all what you can

To avoide this little man

King Cole and his fiddlers three