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

Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers three

Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers three

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his queen and he called for his court
And he called for his trumpeters three

Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters three

Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters three
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his ladies and he called for his lords
And he called for his drummers three

Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers three

Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers three

Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the drummers

Dance and dance and dance until
You all fall down with me!
Whee!