Tonalité : E major
Verse 1
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MARIAH CARTER CALLS
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King Cole was a merry old soul,
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And a merry old soul was he.
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He called for his pipe,
and he called for his bowl,
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And he called for the privates' three.
Beer, beer, beer!
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Says the privates, merry men, are we!
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There ain't none so fair,
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As can compare
with the fighting infantry.
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Now,
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old King Cole was a merry old soul,
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And a merry old soul was he.
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He called for his pipe,
and he called for his bowl,
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And he called for
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the corporals' three.
HUD -2 HUD -2 HUD to the corporals
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Beer, beer, beer's to the privates,
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Merry men are we,
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They're none so fair as can compare
With the fighting infantry.
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
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And a merry old soul was he,
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He called for his pipe,
and he called for his ball,
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And he called for the sergeants three,
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Right by squad, squad,
right to the sergeants,
Hut to, hut to, hut to the corporals.
Beer, beer, beer's to the privates,
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Merry men are we,
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They're none so fair as can compare
With the fighting infantry.
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Now
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
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and a merry old soul was he
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He called for his pipe,
and he called for his bowl,
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and he called for the Shave -Tails Three
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We do all the works of
the Shave -Tails
Right by Squad Squad,
right to the sergeants
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Hut to, hut to, hut to the corporals
Beer, beer, beer to the privates
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Merry men are we
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There are none so fair as can compare
with the Fighting Infantry
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Old King Cole was
a merry old soul,
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and a merry old soul was he.
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He called for his pipe,
and he called for his bowl,
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and he called for the captains three.
We want a ten -day leave, so the captains,
we do all the work, so the chieftains.
Right by squad, squad,
right to the sergeants.
Hut to, hut to, hut to the corporals.
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Beer, beer, beer to the privates,
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merry men are we.
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There are none so fair as can compare
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with the fighting infantry.
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Now Old King Cole was
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a merry old soul
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and a merry old soul was he
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He called for his pipe
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and he called for his bowl
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and he called for the chaplains three
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The army shot to hell, so
the chaplains
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We'd like a ten -day lease,
the captains
We'd do all the work, so the chieftain
Ride by squad, squad,
ride to the sergeant
Hut -choo, hut -choo, hut to the corporal
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Beer, beer, beer, so the privates
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Merry men are we
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They're not so fair as can't compare
with the fighting infantry
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Now old King Cole was
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a merry old soul,
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and a merry old soul was he
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He coughed for his pipe,
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and he coughed for his bowl,
and he coughed for
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the colonels three
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What's my next command,
said the colonels
Army shot the hells of the chaplains
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We'd like ten -day leave,
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said the captains
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We'd do all the work, said the
shave -tails
Ride by squad, squad,
ride to the sergeant
Hut to, hut to, hut to the corporals
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Beer, beer, beer, said the privates
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Merry men are we
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They're not so fair as can compare
with the fighting infantry
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Now old King
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Cole was a merry old soul,
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and a merry old soul was he.
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He called for his pipe,
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and he called for his ball,
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and he called for the generals three.
Beer, beer, beer, said the generals.
Beer, beer, beer, said the colonels.
Beer, beer, beer, said the chaplains.
Beer, beer, said the captains.
Beer, beer, said the shave -tails.
Beer, said the sergeants.
Beer, said the corporals.
Beer, beer, beer's
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for the private's merriment,
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are we?
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They're none so fair as can compare
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with the fighting infantry.
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