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, The round, the round? :| And he that is a bully boy, Come, pledge me on this ground, This ground, this ground! |
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, The round, the round? :| And he that is a bully boy, Come, pledge me on this ground, This ground, this ground! |