Alestorm - Henry Martin lyrics

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 the 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 a part of a short winter's day
When he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship, lofty ship
Come a-bibbing down on him straight way

"Hello, hello", 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
"This thing, it never could 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
At it they went for fully two hours or three
'Til Henry Martin gave to them the death shot
The death shot, the death shot
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