A Pirate's Tale

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 become pirate all on the salt sea The lot fell upon the bold Henry Martyn The youngest of all of 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 He had not been sailing a long winter's night One cold winter's night before day When he espied a stout lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship Come a bearing down on him straight way 'O where are you bound for?" cried Henry Martyn "What makes you sail so nigh?" 'I'm a rich merchantman bound for fair London towne London towne, London towne And I pray you, good sir, please let us pass by' 'O no! O no!' Cried Henry Martyn 'O no such thing ever may be I'll plunder your riches! Surrender your crew and your vessel to me! Or your dear bodies I'll drown in the sea' O 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 will you point our bold guns to the sea Then broadside and broadside to battle they went For nearly two hours or three Till Henry Martyn gave to them the death shot, the death shot, the death shot And straight to the bottom she went she From that day on Henry Martin did roam In search for gold, pearles, precyous stones On quest to become the bold pirate king, pirate king, pirate king First of his name on the ocean's salt throne