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There were three brothers in merry Scotland.
In Scotland there lived brothers three
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
should go, should go,
For to turn robber all on the salt sea.
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all 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.
He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day,
When he espied a rich lofty ship,
lofty ship, lofty ship,
Come a-bibing down on him straight away.
"Hello, hello", cried Henry Martin,
"What makes you sail so high?"
"I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town,
London town, London town.
Won't you please for to let me pass by?"
"O no, o no", cried Henry Martin,
"That 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 bail up your mizzen,
Bring yourself under my lee
Or I shall give you a fast flowing ball,
flowing ball, flowing ball,
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea."
Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
Til Henry Martin gave to her the death shot,
the death shot, the death shot,
Heavily listing to starboard went she.
Sad news, sad news to old England came,
Sad news to fair London town,
There was a rich vessel and she's cast away,
cast away, cast away,
And all of her merry men drowned.
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