Henry Martin
This is one of Child's collection of ballads, about a family whose youngest son was apparently pretty good at pirating.
 
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There were three brothers in merry Scotland
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In merry Scotland there were three
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And they did cast lots which of them should go,
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Should go, should go
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And turn robber all on the salt sea.

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The lot if fell upon Henry Martin
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The youngest of all the three
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That he should turn robber all on the salt sea,
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The salt sea, the salt sea,
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For to maintain his two brothers and he.

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He’d not been sailing but a long winter’s night
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And part of a short winter’s day
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When he espied a stout lofty ship,
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Lofty ship, lofty ship
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Come a-bibing down on him straight way.

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“Hullo!  Hullo!” cried Henry Martin
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 “What makes ye sail sae nigh?”
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“I’m a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town,
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London town, London town
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Will ye please for to let me pass by?”

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“Oh no! Oh no!” cried Henry Martin
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“That thing well it never can  be
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For I have turned robber all on the salt sea,
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The salt sea, the salt sea,
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For to maintain my two brothers and me!”

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 “So lower your topsail & bow down your mizzen,
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Bow yourselves under my lee,
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Or I shall give to you a fast flowing ball,
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Flowing ball, flowing ball,
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And throw  your dear bodies in the salt sea.”

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Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
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For fully two hours or three
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Till Henry Martin give to her the death shot,
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The death shot, the death shot
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Heavily listing to starboard went she.

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The rich merchant vessel was wounded full sore
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Straight to the bottom went she,
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And Henry Martin sailed away on the sea,
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The salt sea, the salt sea
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For to maintain his two brothers and he.

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Sad news, sad news to old England came
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Sad news to old London town
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There’s been a rich vessel and she’s cast away,
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Cast away, cast away,
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And all of her merry men drowned.

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