In good old colony days, when we lived under a king.
Three roguish chaps fell into mishaps because they could not sing.
Because they could not sing.
Because they could not sing.
Three roguish chaps fell into mishaps because they could not sing.
The first one was a miller, the second was a weaver.
The third one was a tailor, three roguish chaps together.
Three roguish chaps together.
Three roguish chaps together.
The third one was a tailor, three roguish chaps together.
The miller he stole corn, the weaver he stole yarn.
The tailor stole a broadcloth to keep those three rogues warm.
To keep those three rogues warm.
To keep those three rogues warm.
The tailor stole a broadcloth to keep those three rogues warm.
The miller drowned in a dam, the weaver got hung in yarn.
The Devil met the little tailor with the broadcloth under his arm.
With the broadcloth under his arm.
With the broadcloth under his arm.
The Devil met the little tailor with the broadcloth under his arm.
The miller still drowns in his dam, the weaver still hangs in his yarn.
The little tailor just skips through Hell with the broadcloth under his arm.
With the broadcloth under his arm.
With the broadcloth under his arm.
The little tailor just skips through Hell with the broadcloth under his arm.
So now the story's over and the song is at an end.
But if you see those roguish chaps, we'll sing it once again.
We'll sing it once again.
We'll sing it once again.
But if you see those roguish chaps, we'll sing it once again.