Old King Cole - Harry Belafonte, Miriam Makeba, Odetta

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