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Henry Martins - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
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 the three

That he should turn robber
All on the salt sea
Salt sea the salt sea

For to maintain his two brothers and he

They had not been sailing
But a long winter's night

And a part of a short winter's day

When he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship lofty ship

Come bibbing 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

Would you please for to let me pass by

"Oh no oh no" cried Henry Martin

This thing it never could be

For I have turned robber all
On the salt sea
Salt sea the salt sea

For to maintain my two brothers and me

Come lower your tops'l
And brail up your mizz'n
And bring your ship under my lee

Or I will give you a full cannon ball
Cannon ball cannon ball

And all your dear bodies drown
In the salt sea

Oh no we won't lower our lofty topsail

Nor bring our ship under your lee

And you shan't take from us
Our rich merchant goods
Merchant goods merchant goods

Nor point our bold guns to the sea

Then broadside and broadside
And at it they went
For fully two hours or three

Till Henry Martin gave to them deathshot
The deathshot the deathshot

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