Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old King Cole, artist - Harry Belafonte. Date of issue: 25.05.2021
Song language: English
Old King Cole |
| 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 |