Search results for 'salt merchant'

Henry Martin

Joan Baez

Joan Baez Ballad Book

1972

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

Henry Martin

Bert Jansch

Jack Orion

1966

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,,

Henry Martin, folk song

Andreas Scholl

Andreas Scholl: Wayfaring Stranger

2001

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

Red Cotton

Elvis Costello

Secret, Profane & Sugarcane

2009

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

Summer Girls

Ralph McTell

From Clare to Here: The Songs of Ralph McTell

1996

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

Dogtown

Harry Chapin

Heads & Tales

1972

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.

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

Bent Life

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

(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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your street
Past the laborers and merchant marines
flophouse ghosts gone up in smoke just like you and me

Now I got sand from San Francisco in my van