There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland did dwell,
And they had to cast lots for to see which would go, which would go
A bold robber all on the salt sea.
The nigh-est lot fell on young Henry Martin,
He being the youngest of the three;
He had to go robbing all on the salt sea, salt sea,
To maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not been sailing but a cold winter's night
Nor the part of a cold winter's day,
Before they had spied some tar-locking ship
Came a-bearing down on them so nigh.
Come rattle your main yards, cried Henry Martin,
And heave your ship under me,
For I will toss over your ball-flowing, ball-flowing boat
And your bodies I'll send to the sea.
Another Version
There were three brothers, three brothers in London,
In fair London town they did dwell.
They had to cast lots to see which of them
Would stand pirate all on the salt sea.
The youngest, the youngest of those brothers three,
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He had to stand pirate all on the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
They built them a boat and a bonny boat,
And a bonny fine boat she may be;
Her topsail was oak and her keel it was bark
And her two sides were lined with steel.
They were not long sailing all on the sea,
At the length of a long winter's night,
And the part of a short winter's day,
When a large lofty stout ship,
A large lofty ship come rolling down on the salt sea.
What ship, what ship? cries Henry Martin,
What ship, what ship it may be?
I'm a rich merchant ship to England I'm bound,
And I pray you to let me go free.
Such things, such things, cries Henry Martin,
Such things that never shall be,
For your rich merchant's goods I will take on my board
And your men I'll sink in the sea.
For broadside, for broadside those two ...
For the space of two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave her a broadside
And down to the bottom sank she.
Bad news, bad news, cries Henry Martin,
Bad news I have got unto thee,
Your rich merchant's goods I'm told they're all lost,
And your men are all sunk in the sea.
Another Version
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
And only three brothers were they,
They had to cast lots for to see who would go
To stand pirate all on the salt sea.
Hard lot did fall to Henry Martin,
The youngest of the three,
All for to stand pirate all on the salt sea
To maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not been. sailing but a long winter's day [night]
And part of a short winter's day
When a long, lofty ship he chanced to spy
Came bearing down under our lee.
What ship, what ship? cried Henry Martin,
What ship, what ship? said he.
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for old England
If you please for to let me go free.
0 no, 0 no, cried Henry Martin,
That thing can never be,
For I had to cast lots for to see which would go
To maintain my two brothers and me.
0 throw back your main topsail and heave your ship to
And lie close up under my lee,
For your rich merchant's goods I will hoist them on board
And your mariners I'll sink in the sea.
'Twas yard-arm on yard-arm those two ships did lay,
For the space of two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave to her a broadside
And down to the bottom went she.
Bad news, bad news for George our King,
Bad news with a sorrowful sound,
A rich merchant's goods was taken away
And there's thirty-five mariners drowned.
In merry Scotland did dwell,
And they had to cast lots for to see which would go, which would go
A bold robber all on the salt sea.
The nigh-est lot fell on young Henry Martin,
He being the youngest of the three;
He had to go robbing all on the salt sea, salt sea,
To maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not been sailing but a cold winter's night
Nor the part of a cold winter's day,
Before they had spied some tar-locking ship
Came a-bearing down on them so nigh.
Come rattle your main yards, cried Henry Martin,
And heave your ship under me,
For I will toss over your ball-flowing, ball-flowing boat
And your bodies I'll send to the sea.
Another Version
There were three brothers, three brothers in London,
In fair London town they did dwell.
They had to cast lots to see which of them
Would stand pirate all on the salt sea.
The youngest, the youngest of those brothers three,
???????????????????????????????????
He had to stand pirate all on the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
They built them a boat and a bonny boat,
And a bonny fine boat she may be;
Her topsail was oak and her keel it was bark
And her two sides were lined with steel.
They were not long sailing all on the sea,
At the length of a long winter's night,
And the part of a short winter's day,
When a large lofty stout ship,
A large lofty ship come rolling down on the salt sea.
What ship, what ship? cries Henry Martin,
What ship, what ship it may be?
I'm a rich merchant ship to England I'm bound,
And I pray you to let me go free.
Such things, such things, cries Henry Martin,
Such things that never shall be,
For your rich merchant's goods I will take on my board
And your men I'll sink in the sea.
For broadside, for broadside those two ...
For the space of two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave her a broadside
And down to the bottom sank she.
Bad news, bad news, cries Henry Martin,
Bad news I have got unto thee,
Your rich merchant's goods I'm told they're all lost,
And your men are all sunk in the sea.
Another Version
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
And only three brothers were they,
They had to cast lots for to see who would go
To stand pirate all on the salt sea.
Hard lot did fall to Henry Martin,
The youngest of the three,
All for to stand pirate all on the salt sea
To maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not been. sailing but a long winter's day [night]
And part of a short winter's day
When a long, lofty ship he chanced to spy
Came bearing down under our lee.
What ship, what ship? cried Henry Martin,
What ship, what ship? said he.
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for old England
If you please for to let me go free.
0 no, 0 no, cried Henry Martin,
That thing can never be,
For I had to cast lots for to see which would go
To maintain my two brothers and me.
0 throw back your main topsail and heave your ship to
And lie close up under my lee,
For your rich merchant's goods I will hoist them on board
And your mariners I'll sink in the sea.
'Twas yard-arm on yard-arm those two ships did lay,
For the space of two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave to her a broadside
And down to the bottom went she.
Bad news, bad news for George our King,
Bad news with a sorrowful sound,
A rich merchant's goods was taken away
And there's thirty-five mariners drowned.
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