Henry Martin

Joan Baez2011年10月15日


Henry Martin - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

There were three brothers in merry Scotland


In merry Scotland there were three


And they did cast lots which of them should go


Should go should go


And 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

Salt sea salt sea


For to maintain his two brothers and he


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


And a part of a short winter's day


When he espied a stout lofty ship

Lofty ship lofty ship


Come abibing down on him straight way


Hullo Hullo cried Henry Martin


What makes you sail so nigh


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

London Town London Town


Would you please for to let me pass by


Oh no Oh no cried Henry Martin


That thing it never could be


For I am turned robber all on the salt sea

Salt sea salt sea


For to maintain my two brothers and me


Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizz'n

And bring your ship under my lee


Or I will give you a full canon ball

Canon ball canon ball


And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea


Oh no we won't lower our lofty topsail


Nor bring our ship under your lee


And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods


Merchant goods merchant goods


Nor point our bold guns to the sea


Then broadside and broadside and at it they went

For fully two hours or three


Till Henry Martin gave to her the deathshot

The deathshot the deathshot


And straight to the bottom went she


Bad news bad news to old England came


Bad news to fair London Town


There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away


Cast away cast away


All of her merry men drown