You are all fond of music and so was old King Cole.

I'll tell you about him.

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 fiddlestree.

Now every fiddler he had a fiddle And a very fine fiddle had he

There's none so rare as can come pecking cold on his fiddler's tree.

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 fiddler's tree.

Now every fiddler he had a fiddle And a very fine fiddle had he

There's none so rare as can come pecking cold and spitless tree.