Old King Cole
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Velho Rei Cole
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três soldados
"Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja", disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três cabos
Hup dois, disseram os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja, disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três sargentos
Ééé, disseram os sargentos
Hup dois, disseram os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja, disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três soldados novatos
Nós fazemos todo o trabalho, disseram os soldados novatos
Ééé, disseram os sargentos
Marchem, seus lerdos, disseram os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja, disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três capitães
Oh, não se atrase para a dança, disseram os capitães
Nós fazemos todo o trabalho, disseram os soldados novatos
Ééé, disseram os sargentos
Marchem para a prisão, disseram os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja, disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três capelães
Oh, que bagunça, amém, amém, aleluia
Oh, não se atrase para a dança, disseram os capitães
Nós fazemos todo o trabalho, disseram os soldados novatos
Ééé, disseram os sargentos
Coloque isso em um balde, disseram os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja, disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três coronéis
Oh, que guerra linda, disseram os coronéis
Oh, que bagunça, amém, amém, aleluia
Oh, não se atrase para a dança, disseram os capitães
Nós fazemos todo o trabalho, disseram os soldados novatos
Ééé, disseram os sargentos
Marchem até o fim, disseram os cabos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja, disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente
Velho Rei Cole era um cara bem alegre
E um cara bem alegre ele era
Chamou seu cachimbo
E chamou sua tigela
E chamou seus três generais
Thuh, thuh, Oh, vamos lá, rapazes, me deem uma folguinha,
Uh, qual é meu próximo comando, disseram os generais
Oh, que guerra linda, disseram os coronéis
Oh, que bagunça, amém,
Oh, que bagunça, disseram os capitães
Oh, que bagunça, disseram os soldados novatos
Oh, que bagunça, disseram os sargentos
Oh, que bagunça, disseram os sargentos
Cerveja, cerveja, cerveja, disseram os soldados
Homens alegres somos nós
Não há ninguém tão bonito que possa se comparar
Com a Infantaria Valente