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. ♪ 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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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.