Joan Baez – Henry Martin chords

Capo 2.

Am                           E         AmThere were three brothers in merry Scotland,
             Dm              C  EIn merry Scotland there were three,
    Am                                                                 And they did cast lots which of them should go,
       Dm         C Eshould go, should go,
Am       C          G           AmAnd turn robber all on the salt sea.

Am                         E        AmThe lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
                Dm      C  E The youngest of all the three;
     AmThat he should turn robber all on the salt sea,
     Dm            C  ESalt sea, the salt sea.
Am         C            G            AmFor to maintain his two brothers and he.

Am                              E             AmThey had not been sailing but a long winter's night
                Dm             C  E And a part of a short winter's day,
     AmWhen he espied a stout lofty ship,
      Dm          C  Elofty ship, lofty ship,
Am    C            G               AmCome abibbing down on him straight way.

Am                  E     AmHullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin,
               Dm      C  E What makes you sail so nigh?
      AmI'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town,
       Dm           C  ELondon Town, London Town
Am        C             G           AmWould you please for to let me pass by?

Am                  E         AmOh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin,
              Dm          C  E This thing it never could be,
    AmFor I have turned robber all on the salt sea
     Dm            C  ESalt sea, the salt sea.
Am         C           G            AmFor to maintain my two brothers and me.

Am                         E             AmCome lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n
                    Dm       C  E And bring your ship under my lee,
   AmOr I will give to you a full cannon ball,
       Dm           C  Ecannon ball, cannon ball,
Am                C            G           AmAnd all your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.

Am                        E     AmOh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail
                   Dm         C  E Nor bring our ship under your lee,
    AmAnd you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods,
         Dm              C  Emerchant goods, merchant goods
Am  C              G           AmNor point our bold guns to the sea.

Am                               E          AmThen broadside and broadside and at it they went
              Dm       C  E For fully two hours or three,
     AmTill Henry Martin gave to them the deathshot,
         Dm             C  Ethe deathshot, the deathshot,
Am  C               G           AmAnd straight to the bottom went she.

Am                     E           AmBad news, bad news, to old England came,
            Dm          C  E Bad news to fair London Town,
        AmThere's been a rich vessel and she's cast away,
      Dm         C  Ecast away, cast away,
Am  C          G         AmAnd all of her merry men drown'd.