There were three brothers in Scotland In merry Scotland there were And did cast lots which of them should go Should go, go And turn robber all on the sea
The lot it fell first Henry Martin The youngest of all the That he turn robber all on the salt sea sea, the salt sea For to his two brothers and he
had not been sailing but a long winter's night And a part of a winter's day When he espied a stout lofty Lofty ship, ship bibbing down on him straight way
"Hello, hello", Henry Martin makes you sail so nigh? I'm a rich merchant ship bound for London Town London Town, Town you please for to let me pass by?
"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry This thing it never be For I have robber all on the salt sea Salt sea, the sea. For to maintain my two and me
Come lower your tops'l and brail up mizz'n And bring ship under my lee Or I will give you a full ball Cannon ball, cannon And all dear bodies drown in the salt sea
Oh no, we lower our lofty topsail Nor bring our ship your lee And you shan't from us our rich merchant goods goods, merchant goods Nor our bold guns to the sea
Then broadside and broadside and at it they For fully two or three Till Henry Martin to them deathshot The deathshot, the And to the bottom went she
Bad news, bad to old England came Bad news to London Town There's been a rich and she's cast away away, cast away And all of her men drowned