In good old colony times
When we were under the king
Three roguish chaps fell into mishaps
Because they could not sing
Chorus
Because they could not sing
Because they could not sing
Three roguish chaps fell into mishaps
Because they could not sing.
The first he was a miller,
And the second he was a weaver,
And the third he was a little tailor,
Three roguish chaps together.
Chorus
Three roguish chaps together
Three roguish chaps together
And the third he was a little tailor,
Three roguish chaps together.
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Now the miller he stole corn
The weaver he stole yarn
And the little tailor stole broadcloth
To keep these three rogues warm
Chorus
To keep these three rogues warm
To keep these three rogues warm
The little tailor stole broadcloth
To keep these three rogues warm.
The miller got drown'd in his dam
The weaver got hanged in his yarn
And the devil clapp'd his claw on the little tailor
With the broadcloth under his arm.
Chorus
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
The devil clapp'd his claw on the little tailor
With the broadcloth under his arm.
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