Joan Baez – Henry Martin (Guitar)

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There were three brothers in merry Scotland,

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In merry Scotland there were three,

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And they did cast lots which of them should go,

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should go, should go,

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And turn robber all on the salt sea.

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The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,

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The youngest of all the three;

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That he should turn robber all on the salt sea,

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Salt sea, the salt sea.

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For to maintain his two brothers and he.

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

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And a part of a short winter's day,

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When he espied a stout lofty ship,

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lofty ship, lofty ship,

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Come abibbing down on him straight way.

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Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin,

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What makes you sail so nigh?

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

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London Town, London Town

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Would you please for to let me pass by?

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Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin,

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This thing it never could be,

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For I have turned robber all on the salt sea

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Salt sea, the salt sea.

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For to maintain my two brothers and me.

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Come lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n

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And bring your ship under my lee,

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Or I will give to you a full cannon ball,

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cannon ball, cannon ball,

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And all your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.

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Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail

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Nor bring our ship under your lee,

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And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods,

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merchant goods, merchant goods

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Nor point our bold guns to the sea.

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Then broadside and broadside and at it they went

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For fully two hours or three,

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Till Henry Martin gave to them the deathshot,

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the deathshot, the deathshot,

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And straight to the bottom went she.

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Bad news, bad news, to old England came,

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Bad news to fair London Town,

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There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away,

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cast away, cast away,

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And all of her merry men drown'd.