Song | Henry Martin |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Songbird |
作词 : Traditional | |
Henry Martin | |
Joan Baez | |
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 the three; | |
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, | |
Salt sea, the 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 abibbing down on him straight way. | |
Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin, | |
What makes you sail so nigh? | |
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town, | |
London Town, London Town | |
Would you please for to let me pass by? | |
Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin, | |
This thing it never could be, | |
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea | |
Salt sea, salt sea. | |
For to maintain my two brothers and me. | |
Come lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n | |
And bring your ship under my lee, | |
Or I will give you a full cannon ball, | |
cannon ball, cannon ball, | |
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea. | |
Oh 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 point our bold guns to the sea. | |
Then 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 her merry men drown'd. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Henry Martin | |
Joan Baez | |
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 the three | |
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, | |
Salt sea, the 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 abibbing down on him straight way. | |
Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin, | |
What makes you sail so nigh? | |
I' m a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town, | |
London Town, London Town | |
Would you please for to let me pass by? | |
Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin, | |
This thing it never could be, | |
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea | |
Salt sea, salt sea. | |
For to maintain my two brothers and me. | |
Come lower your tops' l and brail up your mizz' n | |
And bring your ship under my lee, | |
Or I will give you a full cannon ball, | |
cannon ball, cannon ball, | |
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea. | |
Oh 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 point our bold guns to the sea. | |
Then 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 her merry men drown' d. |