Frank Purslow - Three Rogues lyrics

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