Intro 1
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Verse 1
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There were three brothers
in merry Scotland
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In merry Scotland there were three
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And they did cast lots which
of them should go
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Should go, should go
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And turn robber all on the salt sea
Verse 2
The lot it fell first upon Henry
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Mar tin
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The youngest of all the three
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That he should turn robber
all on the salt sea
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Salt sea, the salt sea
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For to maintain his two brothers
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and he
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Verse 3
They had not been sailing but a long
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winter's night
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And a part of a short winter's day
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When he espied a stout lofty ship
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Lofty ship, lofty ship
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Come bibbing down
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on him straight way
Verse 4
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"Hello, hello",
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cried Henry Mar tin
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What makes you sail so nigh?
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I'm a rich merchant ship bound
for fair London Town
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London Town, London Town
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Would you please for to
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let me pass by?
Verse 5
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"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry Mar tin
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This thing it never could be
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For I have turned robber
all on the salt sea
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Salt sea, the salt sea.
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For to maintain my two
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brothers and me
Verse 6
Bm
Come lower your tops'l
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and brail up your mizz'n
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And bring your ship un der my lee
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Or I will give you a full
cannon ball
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Cannon ball, cannon ball
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And all your dear bod
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ies drown in the salt sea
Verse 7
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Oh no, we won't lower our lofty topsail
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Nor bring our ship under your lee
Bm
And you shan't take from us
our rich merchant goods
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Merchant goods, merchant goods
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Nor point our bold guns to the sea
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Verse 8
Then broadside and broadside
and at it they went
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For fully two hours or three
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Till Henry Martin gave to them
deathshot
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The deathshot, the
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deathshot
D A
And straight to the bot
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tom went she
Verse 9
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Bad news, bad news to old England came
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Bad news to fair London Town
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There's been a rich vessel
and she's cast away
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Cast away, cast away
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And all of her merry men drowned
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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
From the album
Joan Baez
Joan Baez · 1960 · Track 0
