Henry Martin

Henry Martin - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

Written by：Hermanos Cantore

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

Thats thing it never could be

For I have 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

Bring your ship under my lee

Or I will give to you a full canon ball

Canon ball canon ball

And all 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 them 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

And all of her Merry men drown'd