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 bow and he called for the privates three.
Beer, beer, beer say the privates!
Merry men are we!
They're none so fair as can com
pare with a fighting infantry.
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 bow and called for the corporals three.
Hut, two, hut, two, hut, said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer, said the privates
Merry men are we
There are 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
He'd call for his pipe
And he'd call for his ball
And he'd call for the sergeants three
Right by squad, squad,
right to the sergeants
Hut -two, hut -two, hut to the corporals
Beer, beer, beer to the privates
Merry men are we
They're none so fair as can compare
With a fighting infantry
Now old
King
Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He'd call for his pipe and
he'd call for his bowl
And he'd call for the
Shave -Tails
Three
We do all the works of the
Shave -Tails
Right by squad, squad,
right to the sergeants
Hut -two, hut -two, hut to the corporals
Beer, beer, beer to the privates
It's merry men are we,
they're none so fair as can compare with the fighting infantry.
Old
King
Cole was a merry old soul,
and the merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
and he called for the captains three.
We want a ten -day leave, so the captains,
we do all the works of the shave -tail.
Right by squad, squad,
right to the sergeants.
Hut to, hut to, hut to the corporals.
Beer, beer, beer to the privates.
It's merry men, are we?
There are none so fair as
can compare with the
Fighting
Infantry.
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 bowl,
and he called for the chaplains three.
The army shot to hell, so the chaplains,
we'd like a ten -day lease.
The captains, we'd do all the
works of the chateau.
Ride by squad, squad,
ride to the sergeant.
Hut to, hut to, hut to the corporal.
Beer, beer, beer to the private.
Merry men are we, they're not so fair as
can compare with the fighting infantry.
Now old
King
Cole was a merry old soul,
and a merry old soul was he.
He coughed for his pipe, and he coughed for his bowl,
and he coughed for the colonels three.
What's my next command?
said the colonels.
Army shot to hell, said
the chaplains.
We'd like ten day leave,
said the captains.
We'd do all the work, said the
shaved -tails.
Ride by squad, squad,
ride to the sergeant.
Hut to, hut to, hut to the corporals.
Beer, beer, beer, said the privates.
It's merry men, are we?
They're not so fair as can com
pare with the fighting infantry.
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 bowl,
and he called for the generals three.
Beer, beer, beer, said the generals.
Beer, beer, beer, said the colonels.
Beer, beer, beer, said the chaplains.
Beer, beer, beer, said the captains.
Beer, beer, beers to the shavetails
Beer, beer, beers to the sergeants
Beer, beer, beers to the corporals
Beer, beer, beers to the privates
Merry men, are we?
They're not so fairs
Can't compare with the fighting
infantry