To The Circus - The New England Children's Choir-歌词

To The Circus - The New England Children's Choir

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 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 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 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 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 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