WE BE THREE POOR MARINERS



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

Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round

And he that is a bully boy

Come pledge me on this ground, a ground, a ground.



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, a ground, a ground.

From Songs From Shakespeare's Plays, Kines

@sailor @dance

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