My mother sang this song to me, she had Welsh ancestry, but the words are a little different:

Five little fiddlers lived by the sea
Long John, Ginger John and Peppers John were three
They went to the mill on a very fine day,
Stole a bag of barley and they all ran away.

Now the miller he espied them,
Mad as he could be,
Tied 'em all up in a sack and pushed 'em in the sea.
They all clung together and they played a little tune.
Sack busted all to smash, sent 'em flying to the moon.

Now if you're ever walkin' on a clear cool night,
Just look upin the heavens when the moon is shining bright.
Five little fiddlers you'll be sure to see,
Long John, Ginger John, and Pepper John are three.