Henry Martin

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There were three brothers in merry Scotland In merry Scotland there were three And they did cast lots which of them Which of them, which of them Should turn robber all on the salt sea The lot, it fell on Henry Martin The youngest of all of the three For to turn robber all on the salt sea The salt sea, the salt sea For to maintain his two brothers and he They had not been sailing but a long winter's night And the part of a short winter's day When he did espy a stout lofty ship Lofty ship, lofty ship Bearing down upon 'em straightway "Hello, Hello," cried Henry Martin "What makes you sail so nigh?" "We're a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town London Town, London Town Please for to let me pass by?" "Oh no, Oh no!" cried Henry Martin "That thing, it never can be For I am turned robber all on the salt sea The salt sea, the salt sea For to maintain my two brothers and me" So broadside and broadside and at it they went For fully two hours or three Till Henry Martin gave to her the death shot The death shot, the death shot And sent them down under the sea The rich merchant vessel was wounded full sore Straight to the bottom went she And Henry Martin sailed away on the sea The salt sea, the salt sea For to maintain his two brothers and he Sad news, sad news to old London Town Sad news to fair London Town There's been a rich merchant and she's cast away Cast away, cast away And all of her merry men drowned
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