[Verse] 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. [Chorus] Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee-tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three! [Outro] (Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dee, the fiddlers play)