We Be Three Poor Mariners

We be three poor mariners
Newly come from the sea
We spend our lives in jeopardy
While others live at ease

Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round
Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground, aground, aground

We care not for these martial men
That do our states disdain
But we care for those merchant men
Who do our states maintain

To them we dance this round, around, around
To them we dance the round, around, around
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground, aground, aground

To them we dance this round, around, around
To them we dance this round, around, around
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground, aground, aground

And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Robin Jeffrey, Tim Laycock
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