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Lyr Add: Old King Cole

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OLD KING COLE
OLD KING COLE (2)


Lighter 13 Jan 21 - 06:16 PM
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 13 Jan 21 - 06:16 PM

Nice find, Gerry.

I notice the tune is different from the U.S. (and rugby?) version.

P. S. Robinson, B.M. (app. "Bachelor of Music") appears to take credit only for the music.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,Howard Jones
Date: 13 Jan 21 - 05:44 PM

This is the version my university mountaineering club used to sing:

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his rope and he called for his boots
And he called for his leaders three
Now every leader was a fine leader
And a very fine leader was he
"Now follow that, follow that" said the leader
"Jolly fine men are we
There's none so rare as can compare
With the lads of the [insert name of climbing club]"

"I'm coming out, coming out" said the piton
"I'm up the chute, up the chute" said the guidebook
"I've got a piece of your thumb" said the snaplink
"I've got the lunch, got the lunch" said the third man
"I'm coming off, coming off" said the second man
"Now follow that, follow that" said the leader
"Jolly fine men are we
There's none so rare as can compare
With the lads of the [insert name of climbing club]"

It's funnier after several pints in the back of a Welsh pub.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GerryM
Date: 12 Jan 21 - 10:30 PM

Here, for download, is a British Army printing from 1915.

"This copy of the music originally belonged to Private Ernest Alfred Nicholls and features his name at the top of the front cover. It is part of a collection of sheet music that was donated to the Memorial in 1971, and is symbolic of the concerts, theatre and other musical performances that Australian soldiers took in whilst on leave in London during the First World War."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Joe Offer
Date: 12 Jan 21 - 03:48 PM

Robert Rodriquez learned it this way from Jon Pickow:

OLD KING COLE

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was Old King Cole
He called for his wife in the middle of the night, and he called for his privates three,

Beer, beer, beer said the privates
Merry merry men are we
There’s none so fair that can compare with the Q.O.R. of C (or Fighting Infantry)

Hut, two, hut two, hut, said the corporals

Get the hell in line, said the sergeants

We do all the work, said the shavetails (lefties)

Hold my horse by the head, said the captains

We want a ten-day pass, said the majors

Where’s my next command, said the colonels

This army’s gone to hell, said the generals

Beer, beer, beer, said the generals…. Colonels, majors, captains, lefties, sergeants, corporals

(from Jon Pickow through Robert Rodriquez)


I pointed out to Robert that majors issue passes, and don't have to request them. And that passes are usually 3 days, not ten.

Here's a recording by Harry Belafonte: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiSGTvXIDCI


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Joe Offer
Date: 12 Jan 21 - 03:41 PM

Edmund posted this Canadian version quite some time ago. It was nice to have a Canadian army officer here at Mudcat. We miss you, Edmund. Rest in peace.

Thread #10803   Message #1981391
Posted By: CET
27-Feb-07 - 10:12 PM
Thread Name: Cadence or Marching Songs
Subject: RE: Cadence or Marching Songs

Guest:

That's definitely a Canadian army song, but the correct title is "Old King Cole". I first heard when I was in Army Cadets years ago. It goes like this:

Old King Cole was a (merry old soul)(or horny ass hole)
And a merry old soul was he
And he called for his pipe in the middle of the night (in the first that I first heard it was "he called for his wife")
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
To (insert name of unit or other group that rhymes with we, e.g. Bravo Company)

The song then builds, adding a rank each time, always ending up with beer, beer, beer said the privates. There are various versions. One that comes to mind right now is:

Left, right, left, right, left said the corporals
Move to the right in threes said the sergeants
Put that man on charge said the warrants
What shall we do now? said the louies
We do all the work said the captains
We want six weeks leave said the majors
Bring us in more wine said the colonels
Where the hell's my car, said the generals

Edmund


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Karen Impola
Date: 19 Jan 20 - 11:45 PM

Here's a modern version, complete with Hummers and golf-playing colonels.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Karen Impola
Date: 19 Jan 20 - 11:42 PM

My father was a WWII vet, and he used to sing this. I was always meaning to get the whole thing from him, but I never did.

I could swear that the President came into it somewhere. Did Old King Cole call for the Pres-i-dent in the final verse? Or did one of the topmost ranks make some comment about the President? "Get me the President" or "Ring me the President" would scan. But I may be inventing that. I don't find it in anyone else's version.

I don't remember what rank said what, beyond the first few, but it definitely had:

The army's gone to hell, said . . . (but it wasn't chaplains; I don't think there were chaplains in my dad's version)
Where's my boots and spurs, said . . .
We do all the work, said . . .
I want ten(?) days leave, said . . .
Right by squads, squads right, said . . .
Hut-two, hut-two, hut, said . . .

and of course:

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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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 31 Oct 19 - 11:09 AM

Spectator (Dec. 16, 1916), p. 765:

'Old King Cole' is merely the latest version of a very old soldiers' song. The song begins : —

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
   And a merry old soul was he,
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl,
   And he called for his privates three.

Now every private had a great thirst,
   And a very great thirst had he —
'Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer,' said the privates, '
   Merry, merry boys are we.
For none there are that can compare
   With the boys of the new army.'

"Each succeeding verse deals with the next in rank above up to the Colonel.

Every subaltern had a great grouse, every Captain had a great cheek, every Major hod a great swear: —

Now every colonel knew hang all,
    And very hang all knew he,"

are the introductory lines of the last verse. And the chorus is : —

"What do we do next ? ' said the colonel,
   'Blank, blank, blank, blank, blank,' said the major,
'Please may I have a year's leave ?' said the captain.
   'We do all the work,' said the subaltern. '
'Right about turn, quick march,' said the sergeant.
   'Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer,' said the privates, '
Merry, merry boys are we.
   For none there are that can compare
With the boys of the new army.'


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 31 Oct 19 - 10:54 AM

From "The Rasp: [Yearbook of] The Cavalry School, the Army of the United States," Fort Riley, Kans., 1928, p. 261:


                                     OLD KING COLE
                (With apologies to The Royal Field Artillery)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his Privates Three.

B-e-e-r. b-e-e-r, BEER said the Privates
Merry, merry men are we
There was no one there that could compare
With the (Umpthieth) Cavalree.

[As usual:]

Corporals...'O-n-e, t-w-o, t-h-r-e-e'

Sergeants...'Four, right by fours'

Shavetails...'We got too much work'

Captains...'We want three months' leave'

Majors...'What's our next command?'

Colonels...'How do you fix these spurs?'

Generals...'The Army's gone to Hell.'

"Begin all over and continue Ad Nauseum [sic] or until the inspiration gives out."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 31 Oct 19 - 10:37 AM

The version heard by John S. Eberhardt in 1941 in the U.S. 112th Field Artillery, Fort Bragg, N.C., has the same form, with the final verses as follows (from "The Old Gray Mare," N.Y.: iUniverse, 2005, pp. 129-32):

"The colonel's wife's too fat," said the generals,
"Nuts, nuts, nuts!" said the colonels,
"The army's gone to hell!" said the majors,
"Where are my boots and spurs!" said the captains,
"We do all the work," said the loot'nants,
"Forward, right by squads," said the sergeants
"Hut-two, hut-two, hut," said the corporals
"Beer, beer, beer ," said the privates,
"Merry men are we.
There's none so fair, as can compare
With the Horse Artillery."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 31 Oct 19 - 10:09 AM

[U.S. Army] Antiaircraft Journal, Vol. 73 (September, 1930), p. 285:

"This camp song was concocted, in part, by a few of the boys of Battery 'A,' 211th Coast Artillery (AA), (the old First Corps Cadets), Maine N. G.   Colonel Dusenbury sent it in with the advice that some verses are to be sung with fervor, others lowly and sweetly, but that the last line of each verse is sung at the top of your lungs. The 211th hopes that it may cheer up other organizations.

                                             CAMP SONG
                                           Air: Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
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 rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery.

                                     2.
(Repeat first four lines and add):
And he called for his Corporals three;
GIDDAP, GIDDAP, said the Corporals,
BEER, BEER, BEER, said the Privates,
Merry men are we.
There's none so rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery.

                                     3.
(Repeat first four lines and add):
And he called for his Sergeants three;
FORWARD, RIGHT BY SQUADS, said the Sergeants,
GIDDAP, GIDDAP, said the Corporals,
BEER, BEER, BEER, said the Privates,
Merry men are we.
There's none so rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery.

                                    4.
(Repeat first four lines and add):
And he called for his 'LIEU-ES' three;
We do all the work said the 'LIEU-ES.'
(Repeat lines for Sergeants, Corporals, and Privates)
Merry men are we.
There's none so rare as can compare with the Coast Artillery. "


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 31 Oct 19 - 09:50 AM

“A Medley,” in Robert Pickersgill, ed., Mirth’s Magazine: or Momus’s Fund, a Collection of Humorous Songs, &c., from the most celebrated authors (London: ptd. for the compiler, [?1785]) includes the following “medleyed” lines (p. 23):

“Old King Cole he call’d for his bowl
And he call’d for…”


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Joe Offer
Date: 31 Oct 19 - 12:56 AM

Then, of course, there's also:

THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he threw them out the window,
The window,
The second story window
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he threw them out the window.

And so on, using as many nursery rhymes as fit. We did about ten of them last Saturday, until we broke down laughing. The kids thought we were weird.

It's in the U.S. Boy Scout Songbook
More (click)
-Joe-


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Subject: Lyr Add: OLD KING COLE (1823)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 30 Oct 19 - 06:15 PM

From Hodgson's New Skylark; or, Theatrical budget of harmony ... by M. Bryant (London: Hodgson & Co., 1823), page 22:

OLD KING COLE.
As Sung by Miss Copeland, at the Surrey Theatre, in Harlequin Hoax.

1. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He call’d for his bottle, and he called for his glass,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
"Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," says the fiddler,
And so merry shall they be;
For none there are that can compare
With the sons of harmony.

2. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And he called for his harpers three;
And every harper had a harp,
And a very fine harp had he.
"Twang, twang, twang, twang," says the harper;
"Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," says the fiddler;
And so merry, &c.

3. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And he call’d for his fifers three;
And every fifer had a fife,
And a very fine fife had he.
"Toodle loo, loodle loo,” says the fifer,
And so merry, &c.

4. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And he call’d for his drummers three;
And every drummer had a drum,
And a very fine drum had he.
"Rub a dub, rub a dub," says the drummer,
And so merry, &c.

5. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And he call’d for his trumpeters three;
And every trumpeter had a trumpet,
And a very tine trumpet had he.
"Ran ta tan, ran ta tan," says the trumpeter,
And so merry, &c.

6. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And he call’d for his tailors three;
And every tailor had a needle,
And a very fine needle had he.
"In and out, through the coat," says the tailor,
And so merry, &c.

7. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And he call’d for his cobblers three;
And every cobbler had an awl,
And a very fine awl had he.
"Bore a hole through the sole," says the cobbler;
"In and out, through the coat," says the tailor;
"Ran ta tan, ran ta ran," says the trumpeter;
"Rub a dub, rub a dub," says the drummer;
"Toodle loo, toodle loo," says the fifer;
"Twang, twang, twang, twang," says the harper;
"Twcedle dee, tweedle dee," says the fiddler;
And so merry we will be;
For none there are, who can compare,
With the sons of harmony!


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Subject: Lyr Add: OLD KING COLE (WW1 A.S.C. version)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 30 Oct 19 - 05:36 PM

From Tommy's Tunes: A Comprehensive Collection of Soldiers' Songs, ... [by Frederick Thomas Nettleingham] (London: Erskine Macdonald Ltd., 1917), page 32:

OLD KING COLE. (A.S.C. VERSION.)

1. Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and called for his bowl
And he called for his privates three.
Now every private had a great thirst,
And a very great thirst had he.
“Beer! Beer!! Beer!!! Beer!!!!” said the privates.
“Very merry men are we,
For there's none so fair as can compare
With the boys of the A.S.C.”

2. Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl
And he called for his sergeants three.
Now every sergeant had a loud voice,
And a very loud voice had he.
“Move to the right in fours,” said the sergeants.
“Beer! Beer!! Beer!!! Beer!!!!” said the privates.
“Very merry men are we,
For there's none so fair as can compare
With the boys of the A.S.C.”

3. ... subalterns ... a big grouse ...
“We do all the work,” said the subalterns ...

4. ... captains ... a fine figure ...
“We want three months' leave,” said the captains ...

5. ... adjutants ... a pair of fine spurs ...
“Where the hell's my horse?” said the adjutants ...

6. ... majors ... a big swear ...
“Blankety, blankety, blank,” said the majors ...

7. ... colonels ... a sore head ...
“What's the next word of command?” said the colonels ...

8. ... generals ... two red tabs ...
“What's the plan of campaign?” said the generals ...


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Dec 18 - 12:51 AM

I stumbled across this thread doing research into Elizabethan lighting!

As a kid in London during the 1960s, we would sing the following;

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for a light in the middle of the night,
To go to the Lavatory.
The light blew through the keyhole,
The candle had a fit.
Old King Cole fell down the hole
And got covered up in s***.

We sometimes changed the last word to 'toilet paper' as a surprise ending, it obviously didn't fit and everyone knew what it should have been, but we would feign innocence.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 16 Mar 18 - 07:40 PM

Here are some current US Marine Corps versions, courtesy of Mudcatter Azizi:

http://pancocojams.blogspot.com/2014/05/chesty-puller-was-good-marine-marine.html

I first encountered the Chesty Puller version in 1997; but since he died in 1971, I'll bet it's a quarter century older.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,Mike Yates
Date: 13 Mar 18 - 11:24 AM

Here is Freda Palmer's text - from the new Musical Traditions double CD:
Old King Cole (Roud 1164)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Now every fiddler has a fiddle
A very fine fiddle has he
“Oh fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his fluters three.
Now every fluter has a flute
A very fine flute has he
“Oh flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his painters three.
Now every painter has a brush
And a very fine brush has he
“Oh slap it up and down, up and down” says the painter
“Oh flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his tailors three.
Now every tailor has a stitch, a very fine stitch has he
“Oh stick it in and out, in and out” says the tailor,
slap it up and down, up and down” says the painter
“Oh flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his barmaids three.
Now every barmaid has a pull, a very fine pull has she
“Oh pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it,” says the barmaid
“Stick it in and out, in and out” says the tailor,
“Oh slap it up and down, up and down” says the painter
“Oh flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his butchers three.
Now every butcher has a block and a very fine block has he
“Oh slap it on the block, on the block” says the butcher
Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it,” says the barmaid
“Stick it in and out, in and out” says the tailor,
“Slap it up and down, up and down” says the painter
“Oh flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his jugglers three.
Now every juggler has some balls, some very fine balls has he
“Oh balls in the air, in the air” says the juggler
“Oh slap it on the block, on the block” says the butcher
“Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it,” says the barmaid
“Stick it in and out, in and out” says the tailor,
“Oh slap it up and down, up and down” says the painter
“Oh flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his farmers three.
Now every farmer has a cock, and a very fine cock has he
“Oh cock-a-doodle-oo, doodle-oo” says the farmer
“Oh balls in the air, in the air” says the juggler
“Oh slap it on the block, on the block” says the butcher
“Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it,” says the barmaid
“Stick it in and out, in and out” says the tailor,
“Oh slap it up and down, up and down” says the painter
“Oh flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony

Now old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his light
And he called for his parsons three.
Now every parson has a book and a very fine book has he
“May the Lord have mercy on your soul” said the parson
“Cock-a-doodle-oo, doodle-oo” says the farmer
“Balls in the air, in the air” says the juggler
“Slap it on the block, on the block” says the butcher
“Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it,” says the barmaid
“Stick it in and out, in and out” says the tailor,
“Slap it up and down, up and down” says the painter
“Flute tiddley oot ,tiddley oot” says the fluter
“Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee”
Said the fiddler “Oh what harmony
There’s none so rare as can compare
With boys of harmony


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: clueless don
Date: 06 Mar 18 - 08:12 AM

I realize that I'm not adding anything to the discussion, but just for completeness:

When I was a boy, I learned

Old King Cole
was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
and he called for his bowl
and he called for his fiddlers three

And that was it - that was all I ever heard as a boy. But years later my wife supplied these additional lines

and every fiddler had a fiddle
and a very fine fiddle had he
tweet
tweetly deet
tweetly deet
tweetly deet
went the fiddler three

Don


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Steve Gardham
Date: 05 Mar 18 - 04:25 PM

Little Miss Muffet/Little Jack Horner.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 05 Mar 18 - 10:41 AM

Yes, Steve, that's it. Subsequent stanzas are mostly nursery rhymes with each one ending, "So he whipped his old bazooka out and this is what he said:"


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Steve Gardham
Date: 05 Mar 18 - 10:29 AM

Jon, re Robinson Crusoe, are you thinking of the verse in 'When there isn't a Girl About'?

Poor Robinson Crusoe, all on his ownio,
He sat upon a rock, a winding up his clock,
When up came Friday and sat down beside him,
He whipped his old bazooka out and this is what he said,
Get hold o' this, get hold o' that,
When there isn't a girl about you do feel lonely
When there isn't a girl about you're on your only
Absolutely on the shelf
Nothing to do but play wi' yourself
When there isn't a girl about.

Original clean version 1906, Harry Castling and Charles Collins.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,Mike Yates
Date: 05 Mar 18 - 04:39 AM

Re: There was an old lady who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
Use birth control!

My favourite version has the same first two lines, but the third is "But the Pope wouldn't let her".


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Jackaroodave
Date: 04 Mar 18 - 11:13 AM

Yeah, Lighter, like that. Part of the "humor" was the rhythmic wrong-footing of the abrupt ending.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Steve Gardham
Date: 04 Mar 18 - 10:58 AM

There's a bawdy version that starts
'OKC was a bugger for his hole and a bugger for his hole was he' but I can't remember any more....


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 04 Mar 18 - 10:55 AM

You mean like,

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And said, "What's up bitch?"

Jack be nimble!
Jack be quick!
Jack, jump over the candlestick!
Jack burnt his prick.

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill.
But not to get water.

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
Use birth control!

The British army in WW2 had a song about Robinson Crusoe that was somewhat similar.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Jackaroodave
Date: 04 Mar 18 - 06:35 AM

The shortest one I know goes

"Old King Cole was a merry old fart"

Folklore pedantry: Among pubescent males in the late 1950s/early 60s (Western NE, NY, NJ) there was a spate of jokes or catch phrases consisting of rudely truncated nursery rhymes.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Steve Gardham
Date: 03 Mar 18 - 03:44 PM

Going back to the W.C.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he.
He called for a light in the middle of the night to go to the W.C.
The wind it blew the light out, his valet had a fit,
And Old King Cole fell down the lavvy hole and swallowed a lump of s...


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Dave the Gnome
Date: 03 Mar 18 - 11:10 AM

St Mary's Catholic club, Swinton, used to finish the verses with 'and no one here can drink their beer like the boys from St Mary's ' instead at the compare line.

DtG


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Lighter
Date: 03 Mar 18 - 09:43 AM

The military version (with somewhat different dialogue) was known in the U.S. Army in WW1 - according to Edward Arthur Dolph's "Sound Off!" (1929).

With words closer to Belafonte's, I believe it was first recorded on Oscar Brand's "G.I. Songs" around 1956.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,Mike Yates
Date: 03 Mar 18 - 08:44 AM

There is a very good version on the new Freda Palmer double CD "Leafield Lass" (Musical Traditions CD MTCD375-6), which should be available in the next week or so.


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Subject: Lyr Add: Old King Cole (Military)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Mar 18 - 10:02 PM

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


Source: https://genius.com/Harry-belafonte-old-king-cole-lyrics

Corrected according to this recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiSGTvXIDCI


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,Gerry
Date: 02 Mar 18 - 09:41 PM

The Yiddish song, Der Rebbe Elimelech, is often said to be a version of Old King Cole, but whether there is any actual historical connection between the two songs, I know not.

Let me add the lyrics. -Joe Offer-

Der Rebbe Abimelech

Az der rebe elimelekh
iz gevorn zeyer freylekh,
iz gevorn zeyer freylekh elimelekh,
hot er oysgeton di tfilen
un hot ongeton di briln
un geshikt nokh di fidlers di tsvey.

Un di fidldike fidlers
hobn fidldik gefidlt,
hobn fidldik gefidlt hoben zey.(x2)

Un az der rebe elimelekh
iz gevorn nokh mer freylekh,
iz gevorn nokh mer freylekh elimelekh,
hot er opgemakht havdoleh
mitn shames rav naftali
un geshikt nokh di payklers di tsvey.

Un di paykldike payklers
hoben paykldik gepayklt,
hoben paykldik gepayklt hoben zey. (x2)

Un az der rebe elimelekh
iz gevorn gor shtark freylekh,
iz gevorn gor shtark freylekh elimelekh,
hot er oysgeton dem kitl
un hot ongeton dos hitl
un geshikt nokh di tsimblers di tsvey.

Un di tsimbldike tsimblers
hobn tsimbldik getsimblt,
hobn tsimbldik getsimblt hobn zey. (x2)

Un az der rebe elimelekh
iz gevorn gor shtark freylekh,
iz gevorn gor shtark freylekh elimelekh,
hot er geton a gutn genets
un gezogt: me darf shoyn meyn nit!
un geshikt di kapelye aheym.

Di shikere kapelye fun raben melekh-elieh,
hot oysgeshtelt dem dales a fayg.
Di freylekhe kapelye
hot gehopket biz der stelie
un zikh farbitn mitn klaper-getsayg:

Di fidldike poyker
hobn tsimbldik gefidlt,
un bronfndik gegosn zikh mit vayn.
Di lustike klezmorim
mit flesher untern orem,
hoben geholiet biz in heln tog arayn.

THE RABBI ELIMELEKH

So the Rabbi Elimelekh
had become very happy
had become very happy Elimelekh,
he took off the tefilin
and put on his glasses
and sent after the two fiddlers.

And the fiddling fiddlers
had fiddled fiddlingly,
had fiddle fiddlingly, they had. (x2)

And then the Rabbi Elimelk
had become a bit more happy
had become a bit more happy Elimelekh,
he made havdalah ceremony
with the help of Rabbi Naftali
and sent after the two drummers.

And the drumming drumemrs
had drummed drummingly
had drummed drummingly, they had. (x2)

And then the Rabbi Elimelekh
had become totally happy
had become totally happy Elimelekh,
he took off the Kitl (suit)
and put on a hat
and sent after the two cymbalists.

And the cymbaling cymbalists
had cymballed cymballingly
had cymballed cymballingly, they had. (x2)

And then the Rabbi Elimelekh
had become totally happy
had become totally happy Elimelekh,
he made a great yawn
and said "no more is needed!"
and sent the band home.

The drunk band from Rabbi Melekh Elieh
gave poverty the fig-finger gesture
the happy band
had hopped to the ceiling
and traded with paraphernalia.

The fiddling drummer
had fiddled cymballingly
and liquor-flowed himself with wine
The cheerful musicians
with bottles under their arms
caroused brightly till the next day.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvEW7u-lsr0


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Subject: Lyr Add: Old King Cole (military)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Mar 18 - 09:28 PM

I've heard this before, but not in the Army. I can't find it posted at Mudcat:

OLD KING COLE (CADENCE COUNT)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and called for his bowl
And he called for his privates, three
Beer, Beer, Beer said the privates
Merry men are we
But none so fair that they can compare to the airborne infantry (alt: fighting infantry)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl
and he called for his corporals, three
I need a three-day pass said the corporals
Beer, Beer, Beer said the privates
Merry men are we
But none so fair that they can compare to the airborne infantry

Additional Verses:
Sergeants three–“File from the left, column right said the Sgts”
Lieuues three–“I’ll lead the way said the lieuies”
Captains three–“Charge that hill said the captains”
Majors three–“Who’s gonna shine my boots said the majors”
Colonels three–“Where’s my star said the colonels”
Generals three–“War, War, War”

Source: https://www.armystudyguide.com/content/Prep_For_Basic_Training/Prep_for_basic_general_information/common-marching-cadence.shtml

Any other versions?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Aug 16 - 11:07 AM

Ole King Cole was merry old soul with a buckskin belly and a rubber
asshole


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,kath
Date: 06 Aug 16 - 05:13 AM

none so rare as can compare with the boys from the aussie Naveeee


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Peter the Squeezer
Date: 23 Aug 11 - 03:10 PM

From my school bus days

"He called for a light in the middle of the night
To go for a wee wee wee."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,JimP
Date: 22 Aug 11 - 07:16 PM

Well, sure, we discussed that kind of W.C., but that didn't seem right. Still, if there's no other guesses or opinions . . .


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,Lighter
Date: 22 Aug 11 - 10:34 AM

"W.C." is an abbreviation of "water closet," an old name for a lavatory.

I suppose it fits.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: GUEST,JimP
Date: 22 Aug 11 - 12:00 AM

A good friend of mine sings this in a Music Hall show in San Francisco, and they sing "There's none so rare as can compare with the boys of the W.C." I don't know where they got this ending, and even the folks singing it don't really know what it might refer to. Any thoughts? Is this some sort of cockney rhyming slang? Did someone just get the lyric wrong?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Snuffy
Date: 07 Mar 09 - 04:52 PM

Or just the squadron number. A local morris musician/air traffic controller sings something like this:

Fifteen miles off course, said the navigator
Dot dash dot dot dash said the wireless op
Left left left left RIGHT said the bombardier
I don't give two ****** said the pilot
Merry merry men are we
There's none so rare as can compare
With the boys of 33


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Leadfingers
Date: 07 Mar 09 - 02:58 PM

When I was in RAF training , it was the (Add Number) th Entry !!

For MY Lot , Eighty Eighth Entry ! (A Squadron R A F Locking !!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Mr Happy
Date: 07 Mar 09 - 01:24 PM

Up to now in this thread, there쳌fs a number of differing endings for the last line of each verse, as

But none were there who could compare with the sons of harmony.

Or

There's none so rare as can compare with the Cheshire Yeomanry

Or

There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the RFC

Or

There's none so fair as can compare with the boys of the varsity.



Any more?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Joe_F
Date: 06 Mar 09 - 09:17 PM

"Do you want it in the front or in the back?" said the coalmen. (bag)
"Fill that tart with cream" said the bakers. (tart)
"Stick it in and out, in and out" said the tailors. (needle)

...Merry, merry men are we!
There's none so fair as can compare
With the boys of the varsity.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Snuffy
Date: 06 Mar 09 - 06:42 PM

"Toss your balls in the air" said the jugglers

"Slap your meat on the block" said the butchers

"Lay it on the slab, on the slab" said the fishmongers

"Slap it up and down, up and down" said the painters

etc


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Mr Happy
Date: 06 Mar 09 - 11:35 AM

'Lay it on the slab, on the slab said the butcher'

'Slap it up and down, up and down said the fishmonger'

'D'ye want it in the back or the front said the coalmen'


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Nigel Parsons
Date: 06 Mar 09 - 11:31 AM

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


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Mr Happy
Date: 06 Mar 09 - 10:06 AM

Here 'tis:

OLD KING COLE

Old King Cole was a bugger for 쳌eis 쳌eole
And a bugger for 쳌eis 쳌eole was 쳌ee
He called for his wife in the middle of the night
And he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler had a fine fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he.
Fiddle diddle dee, diddle dee, cried the fiddlers,
Jolly fine men are we
There's none so rare as can compare with the Cheshire Yeomanry


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Old King Cole
From: Bryn Pugh
Date: 06 Mar 09 - 08:54 AM

Wot ? No rude version ?


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Subject: Lyr Add: OLD KING COLE
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 05 Mar 09 - 09:15 PM

From Marlborough Upper School Songs (Marlborough: Printed at "The Times" Office, 1901):

OLD KING COLE.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three:
Fiddle-diddle-dee, went the fiddlers,
Fiddle-diddle-dee;

But none were there who could compare
With the sons of harmony.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fifers three:
Twee, twee, twee, went the fifers,
Twee, twee, twee;
Fiddle-diddle-dee, went the fiddlers,
Fiddle-diddle-dee;

But none were there who could compare
With the sons of harmony.

[Similarly:]

... harpers ... Twang, twang, twang ...

... buglers ... Too, too, too ...

... drummers ... Dr-r-r-r-r-um ...

... double-basers ... Grunt, grunt, grunt ...


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