Old King Cole
(Traditional)
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Gunners three
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Bombardiers three
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Sergeants three
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Sar-Majors three
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Subalterns three
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Captains three
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Majors three
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Colonels three
Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for is pipe in the middle of the night
and he called for his Padres three
God save our gracious Queen said the Padre
Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel
Where have you put my Guns said the Major?
When do I get my leave said the Captain
I do all the work said the Subaltern
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners
Merry merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
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As performed by Harry Belafonte:
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three
"Beer, beer, beer", said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his corporals three
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three
Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants
Hup two said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his shavetails three
We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his captains three
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the guardhouse said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his chaplains three
Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains
We do all the work, said the shavetails
Yeahhhh said the sergeants
Put it in a bucket said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his colonels three
Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains
We do al the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhhh said the sergeants
March to the end said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
Called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his generals three
Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break,
Uh what's my next command said the generals
Oh what a lovely war said the colonels
Oh what a bloody mess, amen,
Oh what a bloody mess said the captains
Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails
Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants
Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Fighting Infantry
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