Sir Andrew Bartton
[Part I.]
A S : itt beffell in M[i]dsumer time
when burds singe sweetlye on euery tree,
our noble K ing , K ing Henery the 8,
ouer the riuer of Thames past hee.
hee was no sooner ouer the riuer,
downe in a fforrest to take the ayrc,
but 80 merchants of London cittye
came kneeling before K ing Henery there:
" O yee are welcome, rich merchants,
[Good saylors, welcome unto me! " ]
they swore by the rood the 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 tha t lyes on the seas,
& robb vs of our merchants ware. "
K ing H ENERY was stout, & he turned him about,
& swore by the Lord tha t was mickle of might,
" I thought he had not beene in the world throughout,
tha t durst haue wrought England such vnright. "
but euer they sighed, and said — alas! —
vnto K ing Harry this answere againe
" he is a proud Scott tha t will robb vs all
if wee were 20 shipps and hee but one "
The K ing looket ouer his left shoulder,
amongst his Lords & Barrons soe ffree:
" haue I neuer Lo rd in all my realme
will ffeitch yond traitor vnto mee? "
" yes, tha t dare I! " sayes my Lo rd Chareles H OWARD ,
neere to the K ing wheras hee did stand;
" If tha t yo u r grace will giue me leaue,
my selfe wilbe the only man. "
" thou shalt haue 600 men, " saith our K ing ,
" & chuse them out of my realme soe ffree;
besids Marriners and boyes,
to guide the great shipp on the sea. "
" Ile goe speake w i th S i r A NDREW , " sais Ch arles , my Lo rd Haward;
" vpon the sea, if hee be there,
I will bring him & his shipp to shore,
or before my prince I will neu er come neere. "
the ffirst of all my Lo rd 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 d guners thoust be my head. "
" my Lo rd , " sais hee, " if you haue chosen mee
of a 100 d gunners to be the head,
hange me att yo ur maine-mast tree
if I misse my marke past 3 pence bread. "
The next of all my Lo rd he did call,
a noble bowman hee was one;
In yorekeshire was this gentleman borne,
& william Horsley was his name.
" 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 Lo rd , " sais hee, " if you haue chosen mee
of a 100 d bowemen to be they head,
hang me att yo ur mainemast tree
if I misse my marke past 12 d bread. "
w i th pikes, and gunnes, & bowemen bold,
this Noble H OWARD 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 w i th a Noble shipp,
& stoutely made itt both stay & stand.
" thou must tell me thy name, " sais Ch arles , my Lo rd H AWARD ,
" 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 H ENERY Hunt ,
w i th a pure hart & a penitent mind;
I and my shipp they doe belong
vnto the New castle tha t 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 S i r Andrew Bartton, K night . "
but euer he sighed, & sayd, " alas!
ffull well, my Lo rd , I know tha t wight!
he robd me of my merchants ware,
& 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 H ENERYE "
" tha t shall not need, " sais my Lo rd H AWARD ;
if thou canst lett me this robber see,
ffor euery peny he hath taken thee ffroe,
thou shalt be rewarded a shilling, " q uo th hee.
" Now god ffore-fend, " saies H ENERY Hunt ,
" my Lo rd , you shold worke soe ffarr amisse!
god keepe you out of tha t Traitors hands!
for you wott ffull litle what a man hee is.
" hee is brasse w i thin, & steele w i thout,
& beanes hee beares in his Topcastle stronge;
his shipp hath ordinance cleane round about;
besids, my Lo rd , hee is verry well mand;
he hath a pinnace is deerlye dight,
S ain t A NDREWS crosse, tha t 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 "
" this is cold comfort, " sais my Lord H AWARD ,
" to wellcome a stranger thus to the sea;
Ile bring him & his shipp to shore,
or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee. "
" then you must gett a noble gunner, my Lo rd ,
tha t can sett well w i th his eye
& sinke his pinnace into the sea,
& soone then ou er come will hee bee.
& when tha t you haue done this,
if you chance S i r A NDREW for to bord,
lett no man to his Topcastle goe;
& I will giue you a glasse, my Lord,
" & then you need to fferae no Scott,
whether you sayle by day or by night;
& to-morrow by 7 of the clocke,
you shall meete w i th S i r A NDREW B ARTTON , K night .
I was his prisoner but yester night,
& he hath taken mee sworne; " q uo th hee,
" I trust my L[ord] god will me fforgiue
& if tha t oath then broken bee.
" you must lend me sixe peeces, my Lo rd , " q uo th hee,
" into my shipp to sayle the sea,
& to-morrow by 9 of the clocke
yo u r hono u r againe then will I see "
And the hache-bord where S i r A NDREW Lay,
is hached w i th gold deerlye dight:
" now by my ffaith, " sais Ch arles , my Lo rd H AWARD ,
" then yonder Scott is a worthye wight!
[Part II.]
" Take in yo u r ancyents & yo u r standards,
yea tha t no man shall them see,
& put me fforth a white willow wand,
as Merchants vse to sayle the sea. "
But they stirred neither top nor mast,
but S i r Andrew they passed by.
" whatt English are yonder, " said S i r A NDREW ,
" tha t can so litle curtesye?
" I haue beene Admirall ouer the sea
more then these yeeres three;
there is neu er an English dog, nor Portingall,
can passe this way w i thout leaue of mee.
But now yonder pedlers, they are past,
w hi ch is no litle greffe to me:
ffeich them backe, " sayes S i r A NDREW B ARTTON ,
" they shall all hang att my maine-mast tree. "
w i th tha t they pinnace itt shott of,
tha t my Lo rd Haward might itt well ken,
itt strokes downe my Lords fforemast,
& killed 14 of my Lo rd his men.
" come hither, Simon! " sayes my Lo rd Haward,
" looke tha t thy words be true thou sayd;
Ile hang thee att my maine-mast tree
if thou misse thy marke past 12 d bread. "
Simon was old, but his hart itt was bold,
hee tooke downe a peece, & layd itt ffull lowe;
he put in chaine yeards 9,
besids other great shott lesse and more.
w i th tha t hee lett his gun shott goe;
soe well hee settled itt w i th his eye,
the ffirst sight tha t S i r A NDREW sawe,
hee see his pinnace sunke in the sea.
when hee saw his pinace sunke,
Lord! in his hart hee was not well:
" cutt my ropes! itt is time to be gon!
Ile goe ffeitch yond pedlers backe my selfe! "
when my Lo rd Haward saw S i r A NDREW loose,
lord! in his hart tha t hee was ffaine:
" strike on yo u r drummes, spread out yo u r ancyents!
sound out yo u r trumpetts! sound out amaine! "
" ffight on, my men! " sais S i r A NDREW B ARTTON ;
" weate, howsoeu er this geere will sway,
itt is my Lo rd Adm[i]rall of England
is come to seeke mee on the sea. "
Simon had a sonne, w i th shott of a gunn, —
well S i r A NDREW might itt Ken, —
he shott itt in att a priuye place,
& killed 60 more of S i r A NDREWS men
Harry Hunt came in att the other syde,
& att S i r A NDREW hee shott then,
he droue downe his fformost tree,
& killed 80 more of S i r A NDIRWES men
" I haue done a good turne, " sayes Harry Hunt ,
" S i r A NDREW is not our K ing s ffreind;
he hoped to haue vndone me yesternight,
but I hope I haue quitt him well in the end. "
" Euer alas! " sayd S i r A NDREW B ARTON ,
" what shold a man either thinke or say?
yonder ffalse theeffe is my strongest Euemye,
who was my prisoner but yesterday.
come hither to me, thou Gourden good,
& be thou readye att my call,
& I will giue thee 300
if thou wilt lett my beanes downe ffall "
w i th tha t hee swarned the maine-mast tree,
soe did he itt w i th might and maine:
H ORSELEY w i th a bearing arrow
stroke the Gourden through the braine,
And he ffell into the haches againe,
& sore of this wound tha t he did bleed
then word went throug S i r A NDREWS men,
tha t they Gourden hee was dead.
" come hither to me, I AMES H AMBLITON , —
thou art my sisters sonne, I haue no more, —
I will giue [thee] 600
if thou will lett my beanes downe ffall. "
w i th tha t hee swarned the maine-mast tree,
soe did hee itt w i th might and maine:
Horseley w i th an-other broad Arrow
strake the yeaman through the braine,
tha t hee ffell downe to the haches againe:
sore of his wound tha t hee did bleed.
itt is verry true, as the welchman sayd,
couetousness getts no gaine.
but when hee saw his sisters sonne slaine,
Lo rd ! in his heart hee was not well.
" goe ffeitch me downe my armour of proue,
ffor I will to the topcastle my-selfe.
" goe ffeitch me downe my armour of prooffe,
for itt is guilded w i th gold soe cleere.
god be w i th my brother, Iohn of Bartton!
amongst the Portingalls hee did itt weare. "
but when hee had his armour of prooffe,
& on his body hee had itt on,
euery man tha t looked att him
sayd, " gunn nor arrow hee neede feare none! "
" come hither, Horsley! " sayes my Lo rd H AWARD ,
" & looke yo u r shaft tha t itt goe right;
shoot a good shoote in the time of need,
& ffor thy shooting thoust be made a K nigh t. "
" Ile doe my best, " sayes Horslay then,
" yo u r honor shall see beffore I goe;
if I shold be hanged att yo u r mainemast,
I haue in my shipp but arrowes tow "
but att S i r A NDREW hee shott then;
hee made sure to hitt his marke;
vnder the spole of his right arme
hee smote S i r A NDREW quite throw the hart.
yett ffrom the tree hee wold not start,
but hee clinged to itt w i th might & maine
vnder the coller then of his Iacke,
he stroke S i r A NDREW thorrow the braine.
" ffight on my men, " sayes Sir A NDREW B ARTTON ,
" I am hurt, but I am not slaine;
Ile lay mee downe & bleed a-while,
& then Ile rise & ffight againe
ffight on my men, " sayes S i r A NDREW B ARTTON ,
" these English doggs they bite soe lowe;
ffight on ffor Scottland & S ain t A NDREW
till you heare my whistle blowe! "
but when the cold not heare his whistle blow,
sayes Harry Hunt , " Ile lay my head
you may bord yonder noble shipp, my Lo rd ,
for I know S i r A NDREW hee is dead "
w i th tha t they borded this noble shipp,
soe did they itt w i th might & maine;
the ffound 18 score Scotts aliue,
besids the rest were maimed & slaine.
My Lo rd Haward tooke a sword in his hand,
& smote of S i r A NDREWS head.
the Scotts stood by, did weepe & mourne,
but neu er a word durst speake or say.
he caused his body to be taken downe,
& ou er the hatch-bord cast into the sea,
& about his middle 300 crownes:
" wheresoeuer thou lands, itt will bury thee. "
w i th his head they sayled into England againe
w i th right good will, & fforce & meanye,
& the day beffore Newyeeres euen
& into Thames mouth againe they came.
My Lo rd H AWARD wrote to K ing H ENERYES grace,
w i th all the newes hee cold him bring:
" such a newyeeres gifft I haue brought to yo u r gr[ace],
as neu er did subiect to any King.
" ffor Merchandyes & Manhood,
the like is nott to be ffound;
the sight of these wold doe you good,
ffor you haue not the Like in yo u r English ground. "
but when hee heard tell tha t they were come,
full royally hee welcomed them home:
S i r A NDREWS shipp was the K ing s Newyeeres guifft;
a brauer shipp you neu er saw none.
Now hath our K ing S i r A NDREWS shipp
besett w i th pearles and p re cyous stones;
Now hath England 2 shipps of warr,
2 shipps of warr, before but one.
" who holpe to this? " sayes K ing H ENERYE ,
" tha t I may reward him ffor his paine "
" Harry Hunt & P EEIER S IMON ,
W ILLIAM H ORSELEAY , & I THE SAME . "
" Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle & chaine,
& all his Iewells, whatsoeuer they bee,
& other rich giffts tha t I will not name,
for his good service he hath done mee.
H ORSLAY , right thoust be a Kn igh t;
Lands & liuings thou shalt haue store.
Howard shalbe Erle of Nottingham,
& soe was neuer H AWARD before.
" Now Peeter Simon, thou art old,
I will maintaine thee & thy sonne,
thou shalt haue 500 all in gold
ffor the good service tha t thou hast done. "
then K ing H ENERYE shiffted his roome;
in came the Queene & ladyes bright;
other arrands they had none
but to see S i r A NDREW B ARTTON , K nigh t
but when they see his deadly fface,
his eyes were hollow in his head,
" I wold giue a 100, " sais K ing H ENERYE ,
" the man were aliue as hee is dead!
yett ffor the manfull p ar t tha t hee hath playd
both heere & beyond the sea
his men shall haue halfe a crowne a day
to bring them to my brother K ing I AMYE . "
A S : itt beffell in M[i]dsumer time
when burds singe sweetlye on euery tree,
our noble K ing , K ing Henery the 8,
ouer the riuer of Thames past hee.
hee was no sooner ouer the riuer,
downe in a fforrest to take the ayrc,
but 80 merchants of London cittye
came kneeling before K ing Henery there:
" O yee are welcome, rich merchants,
[Good saylors, welcome unto me! " ]
they swore by the rood the 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 tha t lyes on the seas,
& robb vs of our merchants ware. "
K ing H ENERY was stout, & he turned him about,
& swore by the Lord tha t was mickle of might,
" I thought he had not beene in the world throughout,
tha t durst haue wrought England such vnright. "
but euer they sighed, and said — alas! —
vnto K ing Harry this answere againe
" he is a proud Scott tha t will robb vs all
if wee were 20 shipps and hee but one "
The K ing looket ouer his left shoulder,
amongst his Lords & Barrons soe ffree:
" haue I neuer Lo rd in all my realme
will ffeitch yond traitor vnto mee? "
" yes, tha t dare I! " sayes my Lo rd Chareles H OWARD ,
neere to the K ing wheras hee did stand;
" If tha t yo u r grace will giue me leaue,
my selfe wilbe the only man. "
" thou shalt haue 600 men, " saith our K ing ,
" & chuse them out of my realme soe ffree;
besids Marriners and boyes,
to guide the great shipp on the sea. "
" Ile goe speake w i th S i r A NDREW , " sais Ch arles , my Lo rd Haward;
" vpon the sea, if hee be there,
I will bring him & his shipp to shore,
or before my prince I will neu er come neere. "
the ffirst of all my Lo rd 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 d guners thoust be my head. "
" my Lo rd , " sais hee, " if you haue chosen mee
of a 100 d gunners to be the head,
hange me att yo ur maine-mast tree
if I misse my marke past 3 pence bread. "
The next of all my Lo rd he did call,
a noble bowman hee was one;
In yorekeshire was this gentleman borne,
& william Horsley was his name.
" 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 Lo rd , " sais hee, " if you haue chosen mee
of a 100 d bowemen to be they head,
hang me att yo ur mainemast tree
if I misse my marke past 12 d bread. "
w i th pikes, and gunnes, & bowemen bold,
this Noble H OWARD 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 w i th a Noble shipp,
& stoutely made itt both stay & stand.
" thou must tell me thy name, " sais Ch arles , my Lo rd H AWARD ,
" 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 H ENERY Hunt ,
w i th a pure hart & a penitent mind;
I and my shipp they doe belong
vnto the New castle tha t 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 S i r Andrew Bartton, K night . "
but euer he sighed, & sayd, " alas!
ffull well, my Lo rd , I know tha t wight!
he robd me of my merchants ware,
& 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 H ENERYE "
" tha t shall not need, " sais my Lo rd H AWARD ;
if thou canst lett me this robber see,
ffor euery peny he hath taken thee ffroe,
thou shalt be rewarded a shilling, " q uo th hee.
" Now god ffore-fend, " saies H ENERY Hunt ,
" my Lo rd , you shold worke soe ffarr amisse!
god keepe you out of tha t Traitors hands!
for you wott ffull litle what a man hee is.
" hee is brasse w i thin, & steele w i thout,
& beanes hee beares in his Topcastle stronge;
his shipp hath ordinance cleane round about;
besids, my Lo rd , hee is verry well mand;
he hath a pinnace is deerlye dight,
S ain t A NDREWS crosse, tha t 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 "
" this is cold comfort, " sais my Lord H AWARD ,
" to wellcome a stranger thus to the sea;
Ile bring him & his shipp to shore,
or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee. "
" then you must gett a noble gunner, my Lo rd ,
tha t can sett well w i th his eye
& sinke his pinnace into the sea,
& soone then ou er come will hee bee.
& when tha t you haue done this,
if you chance S i r A NDREW for to bord,
lett no man to his Topcastle goe;
& I will giue you a glasse, my Lord,
" & then you need to fferae no Scott,
whether you sayle by day or by night;
& to-morrow by 7 of the clocke,
you shall meete w i th S i r A NDREW B ARTTON , K night .
I was his prisoner but yester night,
& he hath taken mee sworne; " q uo th hee,
" I trust my L[ord] god will me fforgiue
& if tha t oath then broken bee.
" you must lend me sixe peeces, my Lo rd , " q uo th hee,
" into my shipp to sayle the sea,
& to-morrow by 9 of the clocke
yo u r hono u r againe then will I see "
And the hache-bord where S i r A NDREW Lay,
is hached w i th gold deerlye dight:
" now by my ffaith, " sais Ch arles , my Lo rd H AWARD ,
" then yonder Scott is a worthye wight!
[Part II.]
" Take in yo u r ancyents & yo u r standards,
yea tha t no man shall them see,
& put me fforth a white willow wand,
as Merchants vse to sayle the sea. "
But they stirred neither top nor mast,
but S i r Andrew they passed by.
" whatt English are yonder, " said S i r A NDREW ,
" tha t can so litle curtesye?
" I haue beene Admirall ouer the sea
more then these yeeres three;
there is neu er an English dog, nor Portingall,
can passe this way w i thout leaue of mee.
But now yonder pedlers, they are past,
w hi ch is no litle greffe to me:
ffeich them backe, " sayes S i r A NDREW B ARTTON ,
" they shall all hang att my maine-mast tree. "
w i th tha t they pinnace itt shott of,
tha t my Lo rd Haward might itt well ken,
itt strokes downe my Lords fforemast,
& killed 14 of my Lo rd his men.
" come hither, Simon! " sayes my Lo rd Haward,
" looke tha t thy words be true thou sayd;
Ile hang thee att my maine-mast tree
if thou misse thy marke past 12 d bread. "
Simon was old, but his hart itt was bold,
hee tooke downe a peece, & layd itt ffull lowe;
he put in chaine yeards 9,
besids other great shott lesse and more.
w i th tha t hee lett his gun shott goe;
soe well hee settled itt w i th his eye,
the ffirst sight tha t S i r A NDREW sawe,
hee see his pinnace sunke in the sea.
when hee saw his pinace sunke,
Lord! in his hart hee was not well:
" cutt my ropes! itt is time to be gon!
Ile goe ffeitch yond pedlers backe my selfe! "
when my Lo rd Haward saw S i r A NDREW loose,
lord! in his hart tha t hee was ffaine:
" strike on yo u r drummes, spread out yo u r ancyents!
sound out yo u r trumpetts! sound out amaine! "
" ffight on, my men! " sais S i r A NDREW B ARTTON ;
" weate, howsoeu er this geere will sway,
itt is my Lo rd Adm[i]rall of England
is come to seeke mee on the sea. "
Simon had a sonne, w i th shott of a gunn, —
well S i r A NDREW might itt Ken, —
he shott itt in att a priuye place,
& killed 60 more of S i r A NDREWS men
Harry Hunt came in att the other syde,
& att S i r A NDREW hee shott then,
he droue downe his fformost tree,
& killed 80 more of S i r A NDIRWES men
" I haue done a good turne, " sayes Harry Hunt ,
" S i r A NDREW is not our K ing s ffreind;
he hoped to haue vndone me yesternight,
but I hope I haue quitt him well in the end. "
" Euer alas! " sayd S i r A NDREW B ARTON ,
" what shold a man either thinke or say?
yonder ffalse theeffe is my strongest Euemye,
who was my prisoner but yesterday.
come hither to me, thou Gourden good,
& be thou readye att my call,
& I will giue thee 300
if thou wilt lett my beanes downe ffall "
w i th tha t hee swarned the maine-mast tree,
soe did he itt w i th might and maine:
H ORSELEY w i th a bearing arrow
stroke the Gourden through the braine,
And he ffell into the haches againe,
& sore of this wound tha t he did bleed
then word went throug S i r A NDREWS men,
tha t they Gourden hee was dead.
" come hither to me, I AMES H AMBLITON , —
thou art my sisters sonne, I haue no more, —
I will giue [thee] 600
if thou will lett my beanes downe ffall. "
w i th tha t hee swarned the maine-mast tree,
soe did hee itt w i th might and maine:
Horseley w i th an-other broad Arrow
strake the yeaman through the braine,
tha t hee ffell downe to the haches againe:
sore of his wound tha t hee did bleed.
itt is verry true, as the welchman sayd,
couetousness getts no gaine.
but when hee saw his sisters sonne slaine,
Lo rd ! in his heart hee was not well.
" goe ffeitch me downe my armour of proue,
ffor I will to the topcastle my-selfe.
" goe ffeitch me downe my armour of prooffe,
for itt is guilded w i th gold soe cleere.
god be w i th my brother, Iohn of Bartton!
amongst the Portingalls hee did itt weare. "
but when hee had his armour of prooffe,
& on his body hee had itt on,
euery man tha t looked att him
sayd, " gunn nor arrow hee neede feare none! "
" come hither, Horsley! " sayes my Lo rd H AWARD ,
" & looke yo u r shaft tha t itt goe right;
shoot a good shoote in the time of need,
& ffor thy shooting thoust be made a K nigh t. "
" Ile doe my best, " sayes Horslay then,
" yo u r honor shall see beffore I goe;
if I shold be hanged att yo u r mainemast,
I haue in my shipp but arrowes tow "
but att S i r A NDREW hee shott then;
hee made sure to hitt his marke;
vnder the spole of his right arme
hee smote S i r A NDREW quite throw the hart.
yett ffrom the tree hee wold not start,
but hee clinged to itt w i th might & maine
vnder the coller then of his Iacke,
he stroke S i r A NDREW thorrow the braine.
" ffight on my men, " sayes Sir A NDREW B ARTTON ,
" I am hurt, but I am not slaine;
Ile lay mee downe & bleed a-while,
& then Ile rise & ffight againe
ffight on my men, " sayes S i r A NDREW B ARTTON ,
" these English doggs they bite soe lowe;
ffight on ffor Scottland & S ain t A NDREW
till you heare my whistle blowe! "
but when the cold not heare his whistle blow,
sayes Harry Hunt , " Ile lay my head
you may bord yonder noble shipp, my Lo rd ,
for I know S i r A NDREW hee is dead "
w i th tha t they borded this noble shipp,
soe did they itt w i th might & maine;
the ffound 18 score Scotts aliue,
besids the rest were maimed & slaine.
My Lo rd Haward tooke a sword in his hand,
& smote of S i r A NDREWS head.
the Scotts stood by, did weepe & mourne,
but neu er a word durst speake or say.
he caused his body to be taken downe,
& ou er the hatch-bord cast into the sea,
& about his middle 300 crownes:
" wheresoeuer thou lands, itt will bury thee. "
w i th his head they sayled into England againe
w i th right good will, & fforce & meanye,
& the day beffore Newyeeres euen
& into Thames mouth againe they came.
My Lo rd H AWARD wrote to K ing H ENERYES grace,
w i th all the newes hee cold him bring:
" such a newyeeres gifft I haue brought to yo u r gr[ace],
as neu er did subiect to any King.
" ffor Merchandyes & Manhood,
the like is nott to be ffound;
the sight of these wold doe you good,
ffor you haue not the Like in yo u r English ground. "
but when hee heard tell tha t they were come,
full royally hee welcomed them home:
S i r A NDREWS shipp was the K ing s Newyeeres guifft;
a brauer shipp you neu er saw none.
Now hath our K ing S i r A NDREWS shipp
besett w i th pearles and p re cyous stones;
Now hath England 2 shipps of warr,
2 shipps of warr, before but one.
" who holpe to this? " sayes K ing H ENERYE ,
" tha t I may reward him ffor his paine "
" Harry Hunt & P EEIER S IMON ,
W ILLIAM H ORSELEAY , & I THE SAME . "
" Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle & chaine,
& all his Iewells, whatsoeuer they bee,
& other rich giffts tha t I will not name,
for his good service he hath done mee.
H ORSLAY , right thoust be a Kn igh t;
Lands & liuings thou shalt haue store.
Howard shalbe Erle of Nottingham,
& soe was neuer H AWARD before.
" Now Peeter Simon, thou art old,
I will maintaine thee & thy sonne,
thou shalt haue 500 all in gold
ffor the good service tha t thou hast done. "
then K ing H ENERYE shiffted his roome;
in came the Queene & ladyes bright;
other arrands they had none
but to see S i r A NDREW B ARTTON , K nigh t
but when they see his deadly fface,
his eyes were hollow in his head,
" I wold giue a 100, " sais K ing H ENERYE ,
" the man were aliue as hee is dead!
yett ffor the manfull p ar t tha t hee hath playd
both heere & beyond the sea
his men shall haue halfe a crowne a day
to bring them to my brother K ing I AMYE . "
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