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,
All to turn robber all on the salt sea.

The lot it fell upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all of the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.

He had had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day,
Before that he messed with a stout lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship,
Come sailing down on him straightway.

Hello, hello," cried Henry Martin,
What makes you sail so nigh?"
I'm a rich merchant vessel bound for London Town, London Town, London Town,
Will you please for let me pass by."

"Oh no, oh no," cried Henry Martin,
"That thing it never can be.
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea
For to maintain my two brothers and me."

"So lower your topsails you Alderman bold,
And lower them under my lee,
Or I shall give to you a fast cannon ball, cannon ball, cannon ball
And sink you all in the salt sea."

Then broadside, and broadside,the battle they went,
For fully two hours or three,
Til Henry Martin gave to her the death shot, the death shot, the death shot
Straightway to the bottom went she.

Ill news, ill news, to England has come,
Ill news to fair London town,
There was a rich vessel and she's cast away, cast away, cast away,
And all of her merry men drowned.

Ill news, ill news, for Henry Martin,
Ill news for the brothers all three,
There was a rich vessel sank cargo and all, and all, and all
And none of her riches nas he.