Henry Martin Donovan

[Verse 1]
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three, aye
And they did cast lots which of them should go
Should go, should go, should go, aye
And to turn robber along the salt sea
To turn pirate along the salt sea

[Verse 2]
The lot it fell first to Henry Martin
The younger of all the three, aye
That he should turn robber along the salt sea
Salt sea, salt sea, salty sea, aye
For to maintain his two brothers and he
To maintain his two brothers and he

[Verse 3]
He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day, aye
When he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship, lofty ship, lofty ship, aye
Come a-bibbin' down on him straight away
Come a-bibbin' down on him straight away

[Verse 4]
"Hullo, hullo", cried Henry Martin
"What makes you sail so nigh?", aye
"I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town
London town, London town, London town, aye
And will you not please for to let me pass by?
Won't will you please for to let me pass by?"