When We Were Under The King

	  		 


verse 1: 
       D        A      D 
In the good old colony days, 
     D       A         D 
When we were under the king 
        D            A            Bm        A 
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor, 
      G     A         D 
Three jolly rogues of Lynne 
      D     A         D  
Three jolly rogues of Lynne, 
      D     A         D 
Three jolly rogues of Lynne 
        D            A            Bm        A 
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor, 
      G     A         D 
Three jolly rogues of Lynne 
D     A      Bm     A 
G     A      D 

verse 2:  
        D         A     D 
Now the miller he stole corn, 
        D         A     D 
And the weaver he stole yarn 
        D          A     Bm         A 
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth 
   G          A            D 
To keep these three rogues warm 
   D          A            D  
To keep these three rogues warm, 
   D          A            D  
To keep these three rogues warm 
        D          A     Bm         A 
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth 
   G          A            D 
To keep these three rogues warm 
D     A      Bm     A 
G     A      D 

verse 3:  
        D          A              D 
Now the miller was drowned in his dam 
        D          A           D 
And the weaver was hung in his yarn 
        D             A           Bm         A 
And the devil got his claw on the little tailor 
         G          A         D 
With his broadcloth under his arm 
         D          A         D  
With his broadcloth under his arm, 
         D          A         D  
With his broadcloth under his arm 
        D           A       Bm           A 
And the little tailor still runs through hell, 
         G          A         D 
With his broadcloth under his arm 
D     A      Bm     A 
G     A      D