We Be Three Poor Mariners

We be three poor mariners Newly come from the sea 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, aground, aground 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, aground, aground To them we dance this round, around, around To them we dance this round, around, around And he that is a bully boy Come pledge me on this ground, aground, aground And he that is a bully boy Come pledge me on this ground