Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Henry Martin, artist - Donovan.
Date of issue: 30.06.1971
Song language: English
Henry Martin |
There were three brothers in merry Scotland, |
In merry Scotland there were three, aye, |
And they did cast lots which of them should go, |
Should go, should go, should go, aye, |
And to turn robber all on the salt sea, |
To turn pirate all on the salt sea. |
The lot of it fell first to Henry Martin, |
The younger of all the three, aye, |
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, |
Salt sea, salt sea, salty sea, aye, |
For to maintain his two brothers and he, |
To maintain his two brothers and he. |
He had not been sailing but a long winter’s night |
And part of a short winter’s day, aye, |
When he espied a stout lofty ship, |
Lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship, aye |
Come abibbing down on him straight away, |
Come abibbing down on him straight away. |
«Hello, hello,"cried Henry Martin, |
«What makes you sail so nigh ?"aye, |
«I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town, aye, |
And will you not please for to let me pass by? |
won’t you please for to let me pass by? |
««Oh no, oh no,"cried Henry Martin, |
«This thing it can never be, aye, |
For I have turned pirate all on the salt sea, |
Salt sea, salt sea, salty sea, aye, |
For to maintain my two brothers and me, |
To maintain my two brothers and me.» |
«Come lower your top sail and slacken your mizzen, |
And bring your ship under our lee, aye, |
Or we will give to you a full cannon ball, |
Cannon ball, cannon ball, cannon ball, aye, |
And all your merry men drown in the sea, |
All your merry men drown in the sea.» |
«We won’t lower our top sail nor slacken our mizzen, |
Nor bring our ship under your lee, |
And you won’t give to us your full cannon ball, |
Cannon ball, cannon ball, cannon ball, aye, |
Nor all our merry men drown in the sea, |
All our merry men drown in the sea.» |
Then up him and at him and at him he went, |
For fully two hours or three, aye, |
Till Henry Martin gave to them the death shot, |
The death shot, aye, |
And all their merry men drowned in the sea, |
All their merry men drowned in the sea. |
Sad news, sad news to old England came, |
Sad news to fair London town, aye, |
There’s been a rich vessel and she’s cast away, |
Cast away, cast away, cast away, aye, |
And all her merry men drowned in the sea, |
All her merry men drowned in the sea |