Henry Martin Lyrics & Chords By Andreas Scholl

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 three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, salt sea
For to maintain his two brothers and he

He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a short winter's day
Before he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship, lofty ship
Come abiding down on him straight way

Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin
What makes you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant bound for fair London town
London Town, London Town
Will you please for to let me pass by?

Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin
That thing it never could be
For I am turned robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, salt sea
For to maintain my brothers and me

Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your ship under my lee
Or I will give you a full flowing ball
Flowing ball, flowing ball
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea

Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail
Nor bow ourselves under your lee
And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods
Merchant goods, merchant goods
Nor point our bold guns to the sea

With broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
Till Henry Martin gave to her the deathshot
The deathshot, the deathshot
And straight to the bottom went she

Bad news, bad news, to old England came
Bad news to fair London Town
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away
Cast away, cast away
And all of the merry men drown'd