THREE JOLLY ROGUES OF LYNNE



In the 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



The miller, he stole corn

The weaver, he stole yarn

And the little tailor, he stole broadcloth

For to keep those three rogues warm



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The miller was drowned in his dam

The weaver was hung in his yarn

And the Devil laid his claw on the little tailor

With the broadcloth under his arm



The miller still floats in his dam

The weaver still hangs in his yarn

And the little tailor goes skipping through Hell

With the broadcloth under his arm



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recorded by Dildine Family, Dyer-Bennett

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