When We Were Under The King

verse 1: In the good old colony days, When we were 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 verse 2: Now 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, To keep these three rogues warm And the little tailor he stole broadcloth To keep these three rogues warm verse 3: Now the miller was drowned in his dam And the weaver was hung in his yarn And the devil got his claw on the little tailor With his broadcloth under his arm With his broadcloth under his arm, With his broadcloth under his arm And the little tailor still runs through hell, With his broadcloth under his arm