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Won't you help support DayPoems? Henry MartinBy Anonymous16th CenturyChild Ballad 250 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 abibing 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 mizz'n 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 drown'd. DayPoems Poem No. 2526 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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