Rumor di Mare - 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 goshould go should go
A-and 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 winters night
And a part of a short winters day
Before he espied a stout lofty ship lofty ship lofty ship
C0-ome a-riding down on him straight way
"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
Wi-ill you please for to let me pass by?"
"Oh no oh 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"
"Then lower your topsail and bow down your mizzen
Bow yourself under my lee
Or I shall give you a fast flowing ball flowing ball flowing ball
Cast your dear bodies down in the salt sea"
With broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
'Til Henry Martin gave to her the death shot death shot death shot
A-and straight to the bottom went she
Bad news bad news to old England came
Bad 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