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Thread #119173 Message #3909148
Posted By: Joe Offer
02-Mar-18 - 10:02 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
Subject: Lyr Add: Old King Cole (Military)
This version is from the album titled An Evening With Harry Belafonte
OLD KING COLE (MILITARY)
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
Shout: "Hut, two three four; Hut, two, three, four."
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
Shout: "Hut, two three four; Hut, two, three, four."
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
Shout: "Hut, two three four; Hut, two, three, four."
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
Shout: "Hut, two three four; Hut, two, three, four."
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
Shout: "Hut, two three four; Hut, two, three, four."
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
Shout: "Hut, two three four; Hut, two, three, four."
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
Shout: "Hut, two three four; Hut, two, three, four."
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