Joan Baez Henry Martin lyrics

There were three brothers in merry Scotland<br />
In merry Scotland there were three<br />
And they did cast lots which of them should go<br />
Should go, should go<br />
And turn robber all on the salt sea<br />
<br />
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin<br />
The youngest of all the three<br />
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea<br />
Salt sea, the salt sea<br />
For to maintain his two brothers and he<br />
<br />
They had not been sailing but a long winter's night<br />
And a part of a short winter's day<br />
When he espied a stout lofty ship<br />
Lofty ship, lofty ship<br />
Come bibbing down on him straight way<br />
<br />
"Hello, hello", cried Henry Martin<br />
What makes you sail so nigh?<br />
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town<br />
London Town, London Town<br />
Would you please for to let me pass by?<br />
<br />
"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry Martin<br />
This thing it never could be<br />
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea<br />
Salt sea, the salt sea.<br />

For to maintain my two brothers and me<br />
<br />
Come lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n<br />
And bring your ship under my lee<br />
Or I will give you a full cannon ball<br />
Cannon ball, cannon ball<br />
And all your dear bodies drown in the salt sea<br />
<br />
Oh no, we won't lower our lofty topsail<br />
Nor bring our ship under your lee<br />
And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods<br />
Merchant goods, merchant goods<br />
Nor point our bold guns to the sea<br />
<br />
Then broadside and broadside and at it they went<br />
For fully two hours or three<br />
Till Henry Martin gave to them deathshot<br />
The deathshot, the deathshot<br />
And straight to the bottom went she<br />
<br />
Bad news, bad news to old England came<br />
Bad news to fair London Town<br />
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away<br />
Cast away, cast away<br />
And all of her merry men drowned