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. Every fiddler he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PRAYER TO THE OCEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS ON SEEING A WILD BIRD by ALICE CARY DEARTH by VIRGINIA RICHARDS CASABONA A MOUNTAIN-GIRDED GARDEN AT ASHEVILLE by LAVINIA R. CLARK ON THE CHRISTENING OF A FRIEND'S CHILD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |