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. Every fiddler he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 6 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |