Old King Cole Harry Belafonte

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[Verse 1]
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
(Hup two, three four; hup two, three, four)

[Verse 2]
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
(Hup two, three four; hup two, three, four)

[Verse 3]
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
Yeah, 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
(Hup two, three four; hup two, three, four)