And the second, he was a weaver,
And the third one, he was a little tailor,
With the broadcloth under his arm, arm,
With the broadcloth under his arm.
Now 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.
But the miller got drowned in his pond,