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