We Be Three Poor Mariners - Sean Dagher, David Gossage, Nelson Carter

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