Here's a song I just learned.
If you want to join in the chorus,
you may,
but I have a strong sneaking suspicion
that none of us are going to know
it
before the end of the song.
Oh King Cole, he called for his bowl
and he called for his fiddlers three
And every fiddler had a very fine tune
and a very fine tune had he
Fiddle in and out, in and out,
Said the fiddlers,
merry men are we,
There's none so fair as can compare,
For the boys of the infantry.
Old King Cole, he called for his bowl,
And he called for his jugglers three,
Every had a very fine trick,
And a very fine trick can he,
Juggle with your balls in the air,
Said the jugglers.
Fiddle in and out and outside the fiddlers,
merry men are we.
There's none so fair as can compare
with the boys of the infantry.
Now old King Cole, he called for his bowl
and he called for the huntsman three.
And every huntsman had a very fine call
and a very fine call had he.
I've got a horn, got
a horn, said the husky
Juggling with you, it's in the air,
said the juggler
Fiddle in and out, in and out,
said the fiddler's merry men,
are we?
There's none so fair as can compare
with the players of the infantry
Call King Cole, he called for his bowl,
he called for his porter's three
And every porter had a very strong back,
and a very strong back had he
I can't get it up, get it up to the border
I got a horn, got a horn,
so the Huns don't
Well, Juggalo's in the air,
so the Juggalos
Let's fiddle in and out,
in and out,
so the fiddlers merry, merry,
merry
There's none so fair as can
compare
with the boys of the infantry
Now King Cole, he called for his bowl
And he called for his stoker's three
Every stoker had a very long shovel,
and a very long shovel had him.
We'll drop the load down here,
the stoker.
Can't get it up, get it up,
said the porter.
I've got a horn, got a horn,
said the huntsman.
Juggle with your balls in the air,
said the juggler.
Fiddle out, diddle out,
said the fiddlers.
Merry men are we,
they're not so fair as can com
pare with the boys of the infantry.