Written by Traditional
. Am E Am There were three brothers in merry Scotland, Dm C E In merry Scotland there were three, Am And they did cast lots which of them should go, Dm C E should go, should go, Am C G Am And turn robber all on the salt sea. Am E Am The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin, Dm C E The youngest of all the three; Am That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, Dm C E Salt sea, the salt sea. Am C G Am For to maintain his two brothers and he. Am E Am They had not been sailing but a long winter's night Dm C E And a part of a short winter's day, Am When he espied a stout lofty ship, Dm C E lofty ship, lofty ship, Am C G Am Come abibbing down on him straight way. Am E Am Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin, Dm C E What makes you sail so nigh? Am I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town, Dm C E London Town, London Town Am C G Am Would you please for to let me pass by? Am E Am Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin, Dm C E This thing it never could be, Am For I have turned robber all on the salt sea Dm C E Salt sea, the salt sea. Am C G Am For to maintain my two brothers and me. Am E Am Come lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n Dm C E And bring your ship under my lee, Am Or I will give to you a full cannon ball, Dm C E cannon ball, cannon ball, Am C G Am And all your dear bodies drown in the salt sea. Am E Am Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail Dm C E Nor bring our ship under your lee, Am And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods, Dm C E merchant goods, merchant goods Am C G Am Nor point our bold guns to the sea. Am E Am Then broadside and broadside and at it they went Dm C E For fully two hours or three, Am Till Henry Martin gave to them the deathshot, Dm C E the deathshot, the deathshot, Am C G Am And straight to the bottom went she. Am E Am Bad news, bad news, to old England came, Dm C E Bad news to fair London Town, Am There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away, Dm C E cast away, cast away, Am C G Am And all of her merry men drown'd.