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Henry Martin - Burl Ives (伯尔·艾夫斯)
Written by：Cochran
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 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
Part of a short winter's day
Before he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship lofty ship
Come abiding 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
Will 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
Salt sea the salt sea
For to maintain my brothers and me
Then lower your topsail and bottom your mizzen
Bow yourselves under my lee
Or I shall give to you a fast flowing ball
Flowing ball flowing ball
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea
With broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
Till Henry Martin gave to her the deathshot
The deathshot the deathshot
And straight to the bottom went she
Bad news bad news to Old England came
Bad news to Old London town
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away
Cast away cast away
And all of the Merry men drowned
