Henry Martin

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 of 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
 They had not been sailing for a long winter's night
 And part of a short winter's day
 When they did espy a stout lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship
 Coming and bearing down on them straightway
 Hello, hello, 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 us pass by
 Oh no, oh no, cried Henry Martin
 This thing it never can be.
 For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea
 For to maintain my two brothers and me
 So lower your topsail and fire up your men
 Bring your ship under my lee
 For I have resolved for to pirate you here, you here, you here
 For to maintain my two brothers and me
 So broadside for broadside, and at it they went
 For fully two hours or three
 'Til Henry Martin gave them the death shot, the death shot, the death shot
 And straight to the bottom went she
 Sad news, sad news, to fair London came
 Sad 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 drowned