Henry Martin

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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.