We Be Three Poor Mariners |
First published in 1609
We be three poor mariners, Newly come from the seas, We spend our lives in jeopardy, While others live at ease. |: Shall we go dance the Round, around, around? :| And he that is a bully boy, Come, pledge me on this ground, aground, aground! | 2. We care not for those martial men That do our states disdain; But we care for those merchantmen That do our states maintain. |: Shall we go dance the Round, around, around? :| And he that is a bully boy, Come, pledge me on this ground, aground, aground! |