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