189.  OLD KING COLE
Melody--Old King Cole
(Take turns leading verses)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his wife in the middle of the night,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Now every fiddler had a very fine fiddle, 
And a very fine fiddle had he.
	Fiddle-diddle-dee, diddle-dee, said the fiddlers,
	Merry, merry men are we,
	There's none so fair that can compare,
	With the boys of the HHH.

LEADER: How's your father?
PACK: ALL RIGHT!
LEADER: How's your mother?
PACK: SHE'S TIGHT!
LEADER: How's your sister?
PACK: SHE MIGHT!
LEADER: When was the last time?
PACK: LAST NIGHT!
LEADER: When is the next time?
PACK: TONIGHT!
LEADER: How's your arsehole?
PACK: FULL OF SHITE!

Old King Cole, etc . . .
And he called for his tailors three,
Now every tailor had a very fine needle,
And a very fine needle had he.
Stick it in and out, in and out, said the tailors,
Fiddle-diddle-dee, diddle-dee, said the fiddlers,
Merry, merry men are we, etc . . .

Jugglers three--two very fine balls.
Throw your balls in the air, said the jugglers.

Butchers three--a very fine chopper.
Put it on the block, chop it off, said the butchers.

Barmaids three--a very fine candle.
Pull it out, pull it out, said the barmaids.

Cyclists three--two very fine pedals.
Round and round, round and round, said the cyclists.

Flutists three--a very fine flute.
Root diddly-oot, diddly-oot, said the flutists.

Painters three--a very fine brush.
Wop it up and down, up and down, said the painters.

Horsemen three--a very fine saddle.
Ride it up and down, up and down, said the horsemen.

Carpenters three--a very fine hammer.
Bang away, bang away, bang away, said the carpenters.

Surgeons three--a very fine scalpel.
Cut it round the knob, make it throb, said the surgeons.

Fishermen three--a very fine rod.
Mine is two feet long, two feet long, said the fishermen.

Huntsmen three--a very fine horn.
Wake up in the morn with a horn, said the huntsmen.

Coalmen three--a very fine sack.
Want it in the front or the back, said the coalmen.

Durmmers three--a very fine drum.
Thump it right up to the stump, said the drummers.

Axemen three--a very fine axe.
Chop it right back to the stump, said the axemen.

Parsons three--a very fine book.
Goodness, gracious me, said the parsons.

Ladies three--a very fine cat.
Come and pet my pussy, said the ladies.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)