We be three poor mariners
Newly come from the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy
While others live at ease.
Shall we go dance the round,
A round, a round
Shall we go dance the round,
A round, a round
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground,
A ground, a ground.
We care not for these martial men
That do our states disdain;
But we care for those merchant men
Who do our states maintain.
To them we dance this round,
A round, a round
To them we dance the round,
A round, a round
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground,
A ground, a ground.
To them we dance this round,
A round, a round
To them we dance the round,
A round, a round
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground,
A ground, a ground.
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground.