Lyrics:
bodies drown in the salt sea
Oh no, we won't lower our lofty topsail
Nor bring our ship under your lee
And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods
bodies drown in the salt sea
Oh no, we won't lower our lofty topsail
Nor bring our ship under your lee
And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods
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
should go, should go, aye,
And to turn robber all on the salt sea,
To turn pirate all on the salt sea.
The lot of it fell first to Henry Martin,,
go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all three;
That he should turn robber all
And become pirate all on the salt sea
The lot fell upon the bold Henry Martyn
The youngest of all of the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea,
should go aye
And to turn robber along the salt sea
To turn pirate along the salt sea
The lot it fell first to Henry Martin
The younger of all the three
and remember
The old salts who knew it so well
How they sailed the sea so gratefully
In their proud merchant schooners and ships of the like
And they sail
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
thread
The merchants gather at St. George's Hall
To unveil the kneeling slave who is carved upon the wall
So picture the scene on the old Salt House
a long-limbed summer girl for me.
I will assume the accent of some Yankee sailor boy
Stranded between merchant ships with some time to enjoy.
A week or two down
many more than one way to drown;
That's while going to the dogs here in Dogtown.
And she speaks: My father was a merchant all in the Boston fief.
(push-ups phenomenal)
Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing
Faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it)
Table talk, salt and pepper conversation
hail her, oh hail her,"" our gallant captain cried...
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we
""Are you a man of war or privateer or merchant ship?"" said
Yeah, a little bread, a little circus
It serve as a diversion for devils and death merchants
I was curled up underneath the swirling threat of reds
leave inkblots our shadows then interpret
Selling shame as the self-proclaimed misnomer of burden
Once the merchant-turned-hermit, now history of a blurb
Mirror of the skies
Water still as salt
Hides the face of treatery
Which misled us all
The merchant lost her stock
The farmer lost his land
Gather
the churches
We’re the new young merchants
We want the bag that’s the purpose
Want it now this shit is urgent
This ain’t clean the flow dirty
I’m determined with
Im out here selling salt to a snail man water to a whale you feel what i tell ya?
Man look here, we joogin man we getting this money man joog boy joog
friend of fire
Won't you wake up
Wake up O' son of Nimrud
Won't you wake up
Wake up O' friend of fire
Off with his head
Merchant of lead
Diverting
the street
Conch on the beach, dancing feet
Travel the world, let the drums speak
Wrestlers show strength, surfers hit peaks
Merchants selling wares, parties
Batten down the hatches
And furl the sails
We got salt on our necks
And dirt in our nails
It's hard to make a livin'
Plying trades and fares
Soon you'll realise that there's no magic
Off with his head
Merchant of lead
Diverting the masses with unholy breath
The door has fallen and the ground
Candydate air lines welcomes you aboard the flight,
F.U.N
To, Nirvana.
The gangway gives me shelter,
The merchant and the rain,
I shuffle for
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