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. 
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, dee went the fiddler, 
Merry, merry men are we 
There's none so fair that can compare 
With the boys of the B.S.C.

He called for his trumpets three 
Ratta ta, ta, tat went the trumpets 
Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle dee went the fiddlers, etc.

He called for his cobblers three. 
Tap, tap, tap went the cobblers three, etc.

He called for his painters three, 
Slap the paint on the wall went the painter, etc.

He called for his preachers three, 
Amen went the preachers, etc.