OLD KING COLE

Old King Cole was a bugger for his hole
And a bugger for hole was he
He called for his wife in the middle of the night
And he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler had a good fiddle, and a very good fiddle had he.
Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee, cried the fiddlers,
Jolly fine men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RFC (Rugby Football Club)

Old King Cole was a bugger for his hole
And a bugger for hole was he
He called for his wife in the middle of the night
And he called for his jugglers three.
And every juggler had a good juggle, and a very good juggle had he.
Throw your balls in the air cried the jugglers
Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee, cried the fiddlers,
Jolly fine men are we
There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RFC

There were other verses which I can't at present recall! Each verse incresed the length of the chorus by one line.

Cheers
Nigel