| 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. |
| zuo ci : 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. |
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