In good King Arthur's days He was a merry king He threw three servants out of his house Because they wouldn't sing.

Because they wouldn't sing Because they wouldn't sing He threw three servants out of his house Because they wouldn't sing

The first he was a miller And the second he was a weaver And the third he was a little tailor Three thieving rogues together

Three thieving rogues together Three thieving rogues together And the third he was a little tailor Three thieving rogues together

The miller he stole corn And the weaver he stole yarn And the little tailor he stole broadcloth For to keep these three rogues warm

For to keep these three rogues warm For to keep these three rogues warm And the little tailor he stole broadcloth For to keep these three rogues warm

The miller he drowned in his dam And the weaver he hung on his yarn And the devil put his foot 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 foot on the little tailor With the broadcloth under his arm