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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 should go, should go, should go
And to 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, salt sea, the salt sea
For to maintain his two brothers and he
He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day
When he espied a rich lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship
Come a bibing down him straight away
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
Won't you please for to let me pass by
O no, o 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 two brothers and me
Come lower your topsail and bail up your mizzen
Bring your ship under my lee
Or I will give to you a full cannonball, cannonball, cannonball
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
No, point all ball guns to the sea
Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
Til Henry Martin gave to them the death shot, the death shot, the death shot
And straight to the bottom went she
Bad news, bad news to old England came
Bad news to fair London town
Theres been a rich vessel and she's cast away, cast away, away
And all of her merry men drowned
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