兒歌名稱：Old King Cole
歌詞：
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 fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh, there’s none so rare as can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three!
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 mandolines three!
Every player had a fine mandoline, and a fine mandoline had he; Oh, there’s none so rare as
can compare With King Cole and his mandolines three!
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 bass players three!
Every player he had a fine bass, and a very fine bass had he; Oh, there’s none so rare as can
compare With King Cole and his bass players three!
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 guitars three!
Every player had a fine guitar, and a fine guitar had he; Oh, there’s none so rare as can
compare With King Cole and his guitar players three!