Lyrics Henry Martin - Joan Baez
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
part
of
a
short
winter's
day
When
he
espied
a
stout
lofty
ship
Lofty
ship,
lofty
ship
Come
abibin'
down
on
him
straight
way
"Hullo!
Hullo!",
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
topsail
and
brail
up
your
mizzen
Bring
your
ship
under
my
lee
Or
I
will
give
to
you
a
full
canon
ball
Canon
ball,
canon
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
the
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
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