In
good old colony times,
we served under the king.
Three rogues chaps fell
in to mishaps
because they could not sing.
Cause they could not sing.
Three rogues chaps fell
in to mishaps
because they could not sing.
First he was a miller,
second he was a weaver,
third he was a little taylor,
three rogues chaps together,
three rogues chaps together,
third he was a little taylor,
three rogues chaps togeth
er.
Well, miller he drowned in his dam
Weaver he hung in his yarn
Devil clapped his claws on the little taylor
With a broadcloth un der his arm
Broadcloth under his arm
Devil clapped his claws on the little taylor
with a broadcloth under his
arm.
Well a miller still drowns in his dam,
weaver still hangs in his yarn,
and a little taylor goes skip
ping through hell
with a broadcloth under his arm.
Broadcloth un der his arm,
little taylor goes skipping through hell
With a broadcloth un der
his arm