Henry Martin

Henry Martin - Burl Ives (伯爾·艾夫斯)

Written by：Cochran

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 upon Henry Martin

The youngest of all 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 not been sailing but a long winter's night

Part of a short winter's day

Before he espied a stout lofty ship

Lofty ship lofty ship

Come abiding 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

Will you please for to 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

Salt sea the salt sea

For to maintain my brothers and me

Then lower your topsail and bottom your mizzen

Bow yourselves under my lee

Or I shall give to you a fast flowing ball

Flowing ball flowing ball

And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea

With 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 Old London town

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

Cast away cast away

And all of the Merry men drowned