In the good old colony days
When we lived under the king
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynne
Three jolly rogues of Lynne
Three jolly rogues of Lynne
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor
Three jolly rogues of Lynne

But the miller, he stole corn
And the weaver, he stole yarn
And the little tailor, he stole broadcloth
To keep these three rogues warm
To keep these three rogues warm
And the little tailor, he stole broadcloth
To keep these three rogues warm

But the miller was drowned in his dam
And the weaver was hung 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
And the Devil put his claw on the little tailor
With the broadcloth under his arm

But the miller still floats in his dam
And the weaver still hangs in his yarn
And the little tailor goes skipping through Hell
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
And the little tailor goes skipping through Hell
With the broadcloth under his arm