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And mickle debts, God knows, I owe,
And every man doth crave his own, . And I am bound to London now;
Of our gracious king to beg a boon.'
* Show me him, (said Lord Howard then,)
'Let me but once the villain see,
'For little you think what man he is.
. He is brass within, and steel without,
• His ship most huge, and mighty strong, With eighteen pieces of ordnance,
* He carrieth on each side along :
• As being also huge and high,
· Can Sir Andrew Bartón pass by.'
• Hard news thou show'st, (then said the lord,)
* To welcome strangers to the sea ;
• Or into Scotland he shall carry me.'
will do so,
* Nor strive to let his beams down fall.
Lend me seven pieces of ordnance then,
And to-morrow, my lord, 'twixt six and seven
• Again I will your honour see: ' A glass I'll set, that may
be sure, before seven,
The merchant set my lord a glass,
So well apparent in his sight,
He saw Sir Andrew Barton, knight.
* Now by the heavens that be of might,
I think he is a worthy knight.
* Fetch me my lion out of hand,
(Saith the lord,) with rose and streamer high,
up withall a willow wand,
And did on anchor rise so high;
But as a foe he did him defy.
Sir Andrew Barton seeing him
Thus scornfully to pass by,
For him and all his company ;
* Fetch back yon pedlar now; (quoth he)
I'll teach him well his courtesy.'
A piece of ordnance soon was shot,
By this proud pirate fiercely then,
Which cruel shot kill'd fourteen men;
* Look 'now' thy word do stand in stead,
• If thou miss twelve score one penny breadth.'
Then Peter Simon gave a shot,
Which did Sir Andrew mickle scare;
Kill'd fifteen of his men of war :
• I am in danger now I see;
"That is set on to conquer me.'
Then Henry Hunt, with rigour hot,
Came bravely on the other side,
And kill'd fifty of his men beside :
• What may a man now think or say?
He was my prisoner yesterday.'
Then did he on Gordion call,
Unto the top-castle for to go,
For he greatly fear'd an overthrow.
* Look that thy word now stand in stead,
* For thou shall be hanged on main-màst,
• If thou miss twelve score a shilling breadth.”
Then up the mast-tree swerved he,
This stout and mighty Gordion ; But Horsely he, most happily,
Shot him under his collar-bone. Then call’d he on his nephew then,
Said, “ Sister's sons I have no mo; * Three hundred pound I will give to thee,
• If thou wilt to the top-castle go.'
Then stoutly he began to climb,
From off the mast scorn’d to depart; But Horsely soon prevented him,
And deadly pierc'd him to the heart. His men being slain, then
amain Did this proud pirate climb with speed; For armour of proof he had put on,
And did not dint of arrows dread.
• Come hither Horsely, (said the lord,)
• See thou thine arrows aim aright : Great means to thee I will afford,
* And if thou speed, I'll make thee knight' Sir Andrew did climb
the tree, With right good-will, and all his main ; Then upon
the breast hit Horsely he, Till the arrow did return again.
Then Horsely 'spied a private place,
With a perfect eye in a secret part; His arrow swiftly flew apace,
And smote Sir Andrew to the heart.
* Fight on, fight on, my merry men all,
• A little I am hurt, yet not slain ;
* And do not, (said he,) fear English rogues,
And of our foes stand not in awe; * But stand fast by St. Andrew's cross, Until you
my whistle blow.-
Which made them all full sore afraid,
• For now Sir Andrew Barton's dead.'
Thus boarded they this gallant ship,
With right good will, and all their main;
Besides as many more were slain.
And quickly then cut off his head:
Thus from the wars Lord Howard came,
With mickle joy and triumphing;
For to present unto the king:
Before he knew well what was done,
That I myself may give the doom.'