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.
Ev' ry fiddler had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he !
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee,
Went the fiddlers three.
Oh ! There's none so rare
As can compare,
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

Le vieux Roi Cole avait un heureux caractère,
Et quel sacré joyeux bon gars c'était !
Il réclama sa pipe,
Et il réclama sa bouteille,
Et il réclama ses trois violonistes.
Chaque violoniste avait un violon, Et quel bon crin-crin c'était !
Tralala, tralala (ter).
Les trois racleux arrivèrent.
Oh ! Il n'y a rien d'aussi rare
Qui puisse se comparer
Au Roi Cole et à son trio de violoneux.