Brian Peters - Henry Martin lyrics

There were three brothers in merrry Scotland In Scotland there lived brothers three And they have cast lots for to see which of them Which of them, which of them Should go sailing all on the salt sea The lot it fell out on young Henry Martin The youngest of these brothers three That he should go sailing all on the salt sea The salt sea, the salt sea To maintain his two brothers and he We had not been a-sailing on a cold winter's morning Three hours before it was day Before we espied a lofty tall ship A tall ship, a tall ship Come a-sailing all on the salt sea "Hallo, hallo," cries bold Henry Martin "How dare you come sailing so nigh?" "We're a rich merchant ship bound for old England Old England, old England Won't you please for to let us pa** by?" "Oh, no, no, no," cries bold Henry Martin "That never, no, never can be For I am turned pirate all on the salt sea The salt sea, the salt sea To maintain my two brothers and me "Take down your top royal, cut away your main mast Come hither in under my lee For I will take from you all of your flowing gold Flowing gold, flowing gold And return your fair bodies to sea." Then broadside and broadside we valiantly fought We fought for four hours or more Till at last Henry Martin gave her a dead shot A dead shot, a dead shot And straight to the bottom she goes Sad news, sad news, to you bold English heroes Sad news I have for to tell There is one of your rich ships got sunk off the land Off the land, off the land And all of your merry men drowned