| Lyrics: | 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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