Old King Cole was a merry old soul as he could be

He called for his pipe in the middle of the night and his fiddlers three

He could see no harm in smoking in bed with the smoke drifting around

So he was very happy just to listen to the soft wailing sound

Fiddle diddle dee said the fiddlers so very tired men are we

To be called out of bed in the middle of the night to play fiddle dee

So Old King Cole lit up his pipe and soon it was glowing red

But he fell asleep while smoking and the pipe dropped in the bed

Now the fiddlers were playing a soft lullaby with their eyes tightly closed

And did not see the smoke rising from the burning bed clothes

The King called out loudly to the Queen there’s a fire in my bed

The bed clothes are burning and there’s a tingle in my leg

So the Queen rushed in by now the royal bed was well alight

And grabbed the china chamber pot and threw it with all her might

Now the fiddlers had stopped fiddling and stood looking in disbelief

As the contents of the chamber pot drenched the King and the sheets

Now old King Cole is a terrible mess with his feet covered in blisters

And the smoke has given him a sore throat now he talks in whispers

But now old King Cole is not a merry old soul but a much wiser one is he

He no longer calls for his pipe in the night nor his fiddlers three