HENRY MARTIN



There were three brothers in merry Scotland

In Scotland there lived brothers three

And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go

For to turn robber all on the salt sea



The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin

The youngest of all the three

That he should turn robber all on the salt sea

For to maintain his two brothers and he



He had not been sailing but a long winter's night

And part of a short winter's day

When he espied a rich lofty ship

Come a bibing down him straight away



Hello, hello, cried Henry Martin

What makes you sail so high

I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town

Won't you please for to let me pass by



O no, o no, cried henry martin

That thing it never can be

For I have turned robber all on the salt sea

For to maintain my two brothers and me



So lower your topsail and bail up your mizzen

Bring yourself under my lee

Or I shall give you a fast flowing ball

And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea



Then broadside and broadside and at it they went

For fully two hours or three

Til Henry Martin gave to her the death shot

Heavily listing to starboard went she



The rich merchant vessel was wounded full sore

Straight to the bottom went she

And Henry Martin sailed away

... on the salt sea



Sad news, sad news to old England came

Sad news to fair London town

There was a rich vessel and she's cast away

And all of her merry men drowned



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