Steeleye Span - The Lofty Tall Ship/Shallow Brown lyrics
[Steeleye Span - The Lofty Tall Ship/Shallow Brown lyrics]
As we were got sailing five frosty nights
Five cold frosty nights and four days
It was there we espied a lofty tall ship
She come bearing down on us, brave boys
Now, where are you going
You lofty tall ship?
How dare you to venture so nigh?
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea
To maintain my two brothers and I
Now, come heave up your courses and
Let go of your main sheets
And let her come under my lee
And I shall take from you
Your rich merchant's good, merchant’s goods
And I'll point your bow guns to the sea
I shall not heave up my courses nor
Let go of my main sheets
Not I'll let her come under your lee
Nor you shall take me
My rich merchant’s good, merchant's goods
Nor you'll point my bow guns to the sea
Now, broadside to broadside these
Two vessels did lay
They were fighting four hours or more
Till at length Henry Martin
Gave her a broadside
And she sank and she never rose more
Sad news, Henry Martin, sad news I've to tell
Sad news I'm a-going to tell
Of a lofty tall ship lost on the salt sea
And most of her merry men drowned
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown
Master's going to sell me
Shallow oh shallow brown sell me to a Yankee
Shallow oh shallow brown
Sell me for a dollar
Shallow oh Shallow brown
Great big Yankee dollar
Shallow oh shallow brown
Fare thee well Juliana
Shallow oh shallow brown
Fare thee well Juliana
Shallow oh shallow brown
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown
Five cold frosty nights and four days
It was there we espied a lofty tall ship
She come bearing down on us, brave boys
Now, where are you going
You lofty tall ship?
How dare you to venture so nigh?
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea
To maintain my two brothers and I
Now, come heave up your courses and
Let go of your main sheets
And let her come under my lee
And I shall take from you
Your rich merchant's good, merchant’s goods
And I'll point your bow guns to the sea
I shall not heave up my courses nor
Let go of my main sheets
Not I'll let her come under your lee
Nor you shall take me
My rich merchant’s good, merchant's goods
Nor you'll point my bow guns to the sea
Now, broadside to broadside these
Two vessels did lay
They were fighting four hours or more
Till at length Henry Martin
Gave her a broadside
And she sank and she never rose more
Sad news, Henry Martin, sad news I've to tell
Sad news I'm a-going to tell
Of a lofty tall ship lost on the salt sea
And most of her merry men drowned
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown
Master's going to sell me
Shallow oh shallow brown sell me to a Yankee
Shallow oh shallow brown
Sell me for a dollar
Shallow oh Shallow brown
Great big Yankee dollar
Shallow oh shallow brown
Fare thee well Juliana
Shallow oh shallow brown
Fare thee well Juliana
Shallow oh shallow brown
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown
Bound away to leave you
Shallow oh shallow brown