In good King Arthur's days,
He was a merry king,
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.

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.

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.