Old King Cole Lyrics - Belafonte Returns To Carnegie Hall - 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 

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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 

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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