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,
Go 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 a part of a short winter's day,
When he espied a rich lofty ship,
lofty ship, lofty ship,
Come abibing down on him straight way.
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
Would 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 broadside and broadside and that simply went
For fully two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave her the deathshot,
the deathshot, the deathshot,
Heavily lifting to starboard went she.

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