Fiddlers Three chords and lyrics - OSCAR BRAND

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[Verse 1]
[D]Here's a song I just learned.
If you want to join in the chorus,
you may,
but I have a strong sneaking suspicion
that none of us are [G]going to know
it
before the end of the [D]song.
Oh King Cole, he called for his bowl
and he called for his fiddlers [A]three
And [D]every fiddler had a very fine tune
and a very fine [G]tune had [D]he
Fiddle in and out, in and out,
Said the fiddlers,
merry men are we,
There's none [G]so fair as [A]can compare,
For the boys of the infantry.
[D]Old King Cole, he called for his bowl,
And he called for his jugglers [A]three,
[D]Every had a very fine trick,
And a very fine [G]trick can [D]he,
Juggle with your balls in the air,
Said the jugglers.
Fiddle in and out and outside the fiddlers,
merry [G]men are [D]we.
There's [G]none so fair as [A]can compare
with [G]the boys of the infantry.
[D]Now old King Cole, he called for his bowl
and he called for the huntsman [A]three.
And [D]every huntsman had a very fine call
and a very fine [G]call had [D]he.
I've got a horn, got
a horn, said the husky
Juggling with you, it's in the air,
said the juggler
Fiddle in and out, in and out,
said the fiddler's merry men,
are we?
[G]There's none so fair as can compare
[A]with the players of the in[D]fantry
Call King Cole, he called for his bowl,
he called for his porter's three
[A]And every por[D]ter had a very strong back,
and a very strong back had he
I can't get it up, get it up to the border
I got a horn, got a horn,
so the Huns don't
Well, Juggalo's in the air,
so the Juggalos
Let's fiddle in and out,
in and out,
so the fiddlers merry[A], merry,
[D]merry
There's none [G]so fair as can
[A]compare
with the boys of the in[D]fantry[G][A]
[D]Now King Cole, he called for his bowl
And he called for his stoker's [A]three
[D]Every stoker had a very long shovel,
and a very long shovel had him.
We'll drop the load down here,
the stoker.
Can't get it up, get it up,
said the porter.
I've got a horn, got a horn,
said the huntsman.
Juggle with your balls in the air,
said the juggler.
Fiddle out, diddle out,
said the fiddlers.
Merry men are we,
they're [G]not so fair as can com
[A]pare with the boys of [G]the infantry.

[Outro 1]
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