In good King Arthur's days
He was a good old King
Lived a miller, a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn
Lived a miller, a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn
The miller, he stole some grain
The weaver, he stole some yarn
And the little tailor, he stole broad-cloth
Just to keep our three rogues warm
The little tailor he stole broad-cloth
Just to keep our three rogues warm
The miller was drowned in his dam
And the weaver hanged in his yarn
And the devil put his eye on the little tailor
With a broad-cloth under his arm
The devil put his eye on the little tailor
With a broad-cloth under his arm
Well, the miller still floats in his dam
The weaver still hangs in his yarn
And the little tailor, he skips through hell
With a broad-cloth under his arm
The little tailor, he skips through hell
With a broad-cloth under his arm