Old King Cole
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 privates three.
"Beer, beer, beer" said the privates
"Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Swardstrom company"
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 corporals three.
"One, two, one, two, one" said the corporals
"Beer, beer, beer" said the privates
"Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Swardstrom company"
...sergeants three.
"Raaaaaaagh!" said the sergeants
"One, two, one, two, one" said the corporals
"Beer, beer, beer" said the privates
"Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Swardstrom company"
...shavetails three.
"We do all the work," said the shavetails
....
...captains three.
"Where the hell's my sword?" said the captains
....
...majors three.
"The army's shot to hell" said the majors
....
...chaplains three.
"Oh what a bloody mess" said the chaplains
....
...colonels three.
"Oh what a lovely war" said the colonels
....
...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 majors
"Where the hell's my sword?" said the captains
"Beer, beer, beer," said the shavetails
"Beeeeeeeer!" said the sergeants
"Beer, beer, beer," said the corporals
"Beer, beer, beer," said the privates
"Merry men are we
There's none so fair as can compare
With the Swardstrom company"