In good King Arthur's day
When we served under the King
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
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Now the miller he stole corn
And the weaver he stole yarn
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth
For to keep those three rogues warm
For to keep those three rogues warm
For to keep those three rogues warm
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth
For to keep those three rogues warm
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Now the miller was drowned in his dam
And the weaver was hanged in his yarn
And the devil put his claw on the little tailor
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
And the devil put his claw on the little tailor
With the broadcloth under his arm
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Now the miller still drowns in his dam
And the weaver still hangs in his yarn
And the little tailor he skips through hell
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
And the little tailor he skips through hell
With the broadcloth under his arm
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In good King Arthur's day
When we served under the King
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynn.