Figgy Duff - Henry Martin lyrics

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 of the three That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea For to maintain his two brothers and he They had not been sailing for a long winter's night And part of a short winter's day When they did espy a stout lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship Coming and bearing down on them straightway Hello, hello, cried Henry Martin What makes you sail so nigh? I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town, London Town, London Town Would you please for to let us pa** by Oh no, oh no, cried Henry Martin This thing it never can be. For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea For to maintain my two brothers and me So lower your topsail and fire up your men Bring your ship under my lee For I have resolved for to pirate you here, you here, you here For to maintain my two brothers and me So broadside for broadside, and at it they went For fully two hours or three 'Til Henry Martin gave them the d**h shot, the d**h shot, the d**h shot And straight to the bottom went she Sad news, sad news, to fair London came Sad news to fair London Town There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away, cast away, cast away And all of her merry men drowned