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 jolly
bully boy,
Come pledge me on this
ground, a-
ground, a-
ground.
We care not for those martial men
That do our states disdain;
But we care for the merchantmen
Who do our states maintain.
To them we dance this round, this round, this round.
To them we dance this round, this round, this round.
And he that is a jolly bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground, a-ground, a-ground
(English sea shanty, original authorship uncertain (Ca. 1600) )