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OLD KING COLE (Original Version) Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Gunners three. Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery. Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Bombardiers three. Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Sergeants three Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Sar-Majors three Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Subalterns three I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Captains three. When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Majors three. Where have you put my Guns said the Major? When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Colonels three. Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel Where have you put my Guns said the Major? When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Padres three. God save our gracious Queen said the Padre Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel Where have you put my Guns said the Major? When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners, Merry merry men are we; There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery. ***** OLD KING COLE (Modern Version) (Words and Music by : from "Sound Off" by Edward Arthur Dolph, copyright 1929) 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 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 (Contributed by Nancy - October 2003) an alternate chorus) “The Army’s gone to hell,” said the generals; “What’s my next command?” said the colonels “Where’re my boots and spurs?” said the majors; “We want ten days’ leave,” said the captains; “We do all the work,” said the shavetails; “Right by squads, squads right,” said the sergeants; “One two, one two, one,” 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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