Tom Paxton - In Good Old Colony Days Lyrics

In good old colony days
When we lived 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

Now the miller he stole wheat
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

Now the miller was drowned in his dam
And the weaver got hanged in his yarn
And the devil got his paws on the little tailor
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
With the broadcloth under his arm
Yes the devil got his paws on the little tailor
With the broadcloth under his arm

Now the miller floats in his dam
And the weaver 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
Yes the little tailor, he skips through hell
With the broadcloth under his arm

The miller was drowned in his dam
And the weaver was hanged in his yarn
And the devil got a paw 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 got a paw on the little tailor
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