This piece has shown up in anthologies of folk songs from time to time.
A rollickin' good tale of piracy on the high seas.

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.

Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give you a full 
flowing ball, flowing ball, flowing ball,
And your dear bodies drown in 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, the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.

Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail,
Nor bow ourselves under your lee,
And you shan't take from us our rich
merchant goods, merchant goods, merchant goods,
Nor bow our bold guns to the sea.

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
Comin' abibbin' down on them straightway.

And broadside and broadside and at it they went,
For fully two hours or three,
'Til Henry Martin gave to her
the deathshot, the deathshot, the deathshot, 
And straight to the bottom went she.

Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin,
What makes you sail so nigh?
We're a rich merchant ship bound for fair 
London town, London town, London town,
Will you please for to let us pass by?

Bad news, bad news to old England came,
Bad news to fair London Town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's
passed away, passed away, passed away,
And all of the merry men drown'd.

Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin,
That thing it never could be;
For I am turn'd robber all on 
the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain my two brothers and me.

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