Henri 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 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

They had not been sailing but a long winter's night

And a part of a short winter's day

When he espied a stout lofty ship

Lofty ship,lofty ship

Come bibbing down on him straight way

"Hello,hello",cried Henry Martin

What makes you sail so high?

I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town

London Town,London Town

Would you please for to let me pass by?

"Oh no,oh no",cried Henry Martin

This thing it never could be

For I have turned robber all on the salt sea

Salt sea,the salt sea

For to maintain my two brothers and me

Then broadside and broadside and at it they went

For fully two hours or three

Till Henry Martin gave to them deathshot

The deathshot,the deathshot

And straight to the bottom went she