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Henry Martin - Alestorm

Henry Martin

Alestorm


Lyrics:
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
The salt sea, the salt sea
For to maintain his two brothers and he

They had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a short winter's day
When he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship, lofty ship
Come a bibbing down on him straight way

Hello, hello, cried Henry Martin
What makes you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Will 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, the salt sea.
For to maintain my two brothers and me

Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
Til Henry Martin gave to them 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 drowne
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Letra:
Había tres hermanos en la alegre Escocia
En la alegre Escocia había tres
Y echaron suertes, cuál de ellos debería ir
Debería ir, debería ir
Y convertirse en un pirata en el mar salado

El lote cayó primero sobre Henry Martin
El más joven de los tres.
Que debería volverse pirata en el mar salado
El mar salado, el mar salado
Para mantener a sus dos hermanos y a él

No habían estado navegando sino una larga noche de invierno
Y una parte de un corto día de invierno
Cuando divisó un fuerte y alto barco
Barco alto, barco alto
Ven y bájate de él directamente

"Hola hola" gritó Henry Martin
¿Qué te hace navegar tan cerca?
Soy un rico barco mercante con destino a la bella ciudad de Londres
Ciudad de Londres, Ciudad de Londres
¿Podrías por favor dejarme pasar?

Oh no, oh no, gritó Henry Martin
Eso es imposible
Porque me he convertido en pirata del mar salado
El mar salado, el mar salado.
Para mantener a mis dos hermanos y a mí

Luego, de costado a costado,  se fueron
Por completo dos horas o tres
Hasta que Henry Martin les dio el tiro mortal
El tiro mortal, el tiro mortal
Y directo al fondo fue ella

Llegaron malas noticias, malas noticias a la vieja Inglaterra
Malas noticias para la feria de la Ciudad de Londres
Ha habido un buque rico y ha naufragado
Naufragado, naufragado
Y todos sus hombres felices se ahogaron
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