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"Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew sayes,

A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine; Ile but lye downe and bleede a while,

And then Ile rise and fight againe. Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew sayes, And never flinche before the foe; And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse Untill you heare my whistle blowe." *

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They never heard his whistle blow,-

Which made their hearts waxe sore adread:

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Then Horseley sayd, Aboard, my lord,

For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead. They boarded then his noble shipp,

They boarded it with might and maine; Eighteen score Scots alive they found,

The rest were either maimed or slaine.

Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,

And off he smote Sir Andrewes head; "I must have left England many a daye, If thou wert alive as thou art dead."

He caused his body to be cast

Over the hatchbord into the sea,

And about his middle three hundred crownes :
"Wherever thou land this will bury thee."

Thus from the warres lord Howard came,
And backe he sayled ore the maine,

With mickle joy and triumphìng

Into Thames mouth he came againe.

Lord Howard then a letter wrote,
And sealed it with seale and ring ;

"Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace, As never did subject to a king.

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[* For a reference to whistles used by naval commanders, see Statute of apparel, 24 Hen. VIII. c. 13 (Anstis's Order of the Garter, vol. ii. p. 121.)]

"Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee;
A braver shipp was never none:
Nowe hath your grace two shipps of warr,
Before in England was but one."
King Henryes grace with royall cheere
Welcomed the noble Howard home,
And where, said he, is this rover stout,
That I myselfe may give the doome?
"The rover, he is safe, my leige,

Full many a fadom in the sea;

If he were alive as he is dead,

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I must have left England many a day:
And your grace may thank four men i' the ship 165
For the victory wee have wonne,

These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,
And Peter Simon, and his sonne.

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To Henry Hunt, the king then sayd,
In lieu of what was from thee tane,
A noble a day now thou shalt have,

Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne.
And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,

And lands and livings shalt have store; Howard shall be erle Surrye hight,

As Howards erst have beene before.

Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,

I will maintaine thee and thy sonne :

And the men shall have five hundred markes
For the good service they have done.

Then in came the queene with ladyes fair
To see Sir Andrewe Barton knight:
They weend that hee were brought on shore,
And thought to have seen a gallant sight.

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Ver. 175, 6.. Erle of Nottingham, And soe was never, &c., MS.

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But when they see his deadlye face,

And eyes soe hollow in his head,

I wold give, quoth the king, a thousand markes,
This man were alive as hee is dead:

Yett for the manfull part hee playd,

Which fought soe well with heart and hand, His men shall have twelvepence a day,

Till they come to my brother kings high land.

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HE following version is reprinted from Hales and Furnivall's edition of the folio MS., vol. iii. p. 403:—

As: itt beffell in M[i]dsumer time

when burds singe sweetlye on euery tree,

our noble King, King Henery the 8th,

ouer the riuer of Thames past hee.

hee was no sooner ouer the riuer,

downe in a fforrest to take the ayre,

but 80 merchants of London cittye

came kneeling before King Henery there:

"O yee are welcome, rich merchants,
[Good saylors, welcome unto me!"]

they swore by the rood thé were saylers good,
but rich merchants they cold not bee;
"to ffrance nor fflanders dare we nott passe,
nor Burdeaux voyage wee dare not ffare,

& all ffor a ffalse robber that lyes on the seas,
& robb vs of our merchants ware."

King Henery was stout, & he turned him about,
& swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,
"I thought he had not beene in the world throughout,
that durst haue wrought England such vnright."

but euer they sighed, and said—alas !—

vnto King Harry this answere againe "he is a proud Scott that will robb vs all if wee were 20 shipps and hee but one."

The King looket ouer his left shoulder,

amongst his Lords & Barrons soe ffree: "haue I neuer Lord in all my realme

will ffeitch yond traitor vnto mee?"

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"yes, that dare I!" sayes my Lord Chareles Howard,
neere to the King wheras hee did stand;
"If that your grace will giue me leaue,

my selfe wilbe the only man."

"thou shalt haue 600 men," saith our King,

" & chuse them out of my realme soe ffree;

besids Marriners and boyes,

to guide the great shipp on the sea."

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"Ile goe speake with Sir Andrew," sais Charles, my Lord Haward;

vpon the sea, if hee be there,

I will bring him & his shipp to shore,

or before my prince I will neuer come neere."

the ffirst of all my Lord did call,

a noble gunner hee was one; this man was 60 yeeres and ten,

& Peeter Simon was his name.

"Peeter," sais hee, "I must sayle to the sea

to seeke out an enemye; god be my speed! before all others I haue chosen thee;

of a 100. guners thoust be my head."

"my Lord," sais hee, "if you haue chosen mee of a 100. gunners to be the head,

hange me att your maine-mast tree

if I misse my marke past 3 pence bread."

The next of all my Lord he did call,

a noble bowman hee was one;

In yorekeshire was this gentleman borne, & william Horsley was his name.

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Horsley," sayes hee, "I must sayle to the sea to seeke out an enemye; god be my speede! before all others I haue chosen thee;

of a 100 bowemen thoust be my head."

"My Lord," sais hee, "if you haue chosen mee of a 100. bowemen to be they head,

hang me att your mainemast tree

if I misse my marke past 12". bread."

with pikes, and gunnes, & bowemen bold, this Noble Howard is gone to the sea on the day before Midsummer euen,

& out att Thames mouth sayled they. They had not sayled dayes 3

vpon their Iourney they tooke in hand, but there they mett with a Noble shipp,

& stoutely made itt both stay & stand.

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"thou must tell me thy name," sais Charles, my Lord Haward,

"or who thou art, or ffrom whence thou came,

yea, & where thy dwelling is,

to whom & where thy shipp does belong."

"My name," sayes hee, "is Henery Hunt, with a pure hart & a penitent mind;

I and my shipp they doe belong

vnto the New castle that stands vpon tine."

"Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt,

as thou hast sayled by day & by night,

hast thou not heard of a stout robber?

men calls him Sir Andrew Bartton, Knight."

but euer he sighed, & sayd, "alas!

ffull well, my Lord, I know that wight!

he robd me of my merchants ware,

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& I was his prisoner but yesternight.

as I was sayling vppon the sea, & Burdeaux voyage as I did ffare, he Clasped me to his Archborde

& robd me of all my merchants ware;

& I am a man both poore & bare,

& euery man will haue his owne of me,

& I am bound towards London to ffare,
to complaine to my Prince Henerye."
"that shall not need," sais my Lord Haward;
"if thou canst lett me this robber see,
ffor euery peny he hath taken thee ffroe,

thou shalt be rewarded a shilling," quoth hee. "Now god ffore-fend," saies Henery Hunt,

"my Lord, you shold worke soe ffarr amisse ! god keepe you out of that Traitors hands!

for you wott ffull litle what a man hee is.

"hee is brasse within, & steele without,

& beanes hee beares in his Topcastle stronge;

his shipp hath ordinance cleane round about;

besids, my Lord, hee is verry well mand;

he hath a pinnace is deerlye dight,

Saint Andrews crosse, that is his guide; his pinnace beares 9 score men & more, besids 15 cannons on euery side.

"if you were 20 shippes, & he but one, either in charke-bord or in hall,

he wold ouercome you euerye one,

& if his beanes they doe downe ffall."

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