Artist: Burl Ives   Title: Henry Martin   ---------------------      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 three   That he should turn robber all on the salt sea   Salt sea, salt sea   For to maintain his two brothers and he      He had not been sailing but a long winter's night   And a 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 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 could be   For I am turned robber all on the salt sea   Salt sea, salt sea   For to maintain my brothers and me      Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizzen   And bring your ship under my lee   Or I will give you a full flowing ball   flowing ball flowing ball   And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea      Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail   Nor bow ourselves 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      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 fair London Town   There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away   cast away cast away   And all of the merry men drowned