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Can't thou fhow me, the lord did fay,
As thou did't fail by day and night,
A Scotifh rover on the fea,

His name is Andrew Barton, knight?
At this the merchant figh'd and said,
With grieved mind and well-away,
But over-well I know that knight,
I was his prifoner yesterday.

As I, my lord, did fail from France,
A Bourdeaux voyage to take so far,
I met with fir Andrew Barton thence,

Who robb'd me of my merchant-ware; 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, faid lord Howard then,
Let me but once the villain fee,
And e'ery penny he hath from thee ta'en,
I'll double the fame with fhillings three.
Now God forbid, the merchant faid,
I fear your aim that you will mifs;
God bless you from his tyranny,

For little you think what man he is.

He is brafs within, and steel without,
His ship most huge, and mighty strong,
With eighteen pieces of ordnance,
He carrieth on each fide along:

With beams for his top-caftle,

As being alfo huge and high, That neither English nor Portugal Can fir Andrew Barton pass by.

Hard news thou show'ft, then faid the lord,
To welcome strangers to the fea;

But, as I faid, I'll bring him aboard,
Or into Scotland he fhall carry me.
The merchant faid, If you will do fo,
Take counsel then I pray withall,
Let no man to his top-caftle go,

Nor ftrive to let his beams down fall.

Lend me seven pieces of ordnance then,
On each fide of my fhip, quoth he,
And to-morrow, my lord, 'twixt fix and feven
Again I will your honour fee:

A glafs I'll fet, that may be feen,

Whether you fail by day or night,

And to-morrow, be fure, before feven,
You shall fee fir Andrew Barton, knight,

The merchant fet my lord a glass,

So well apparent in his fight,

That on the morrow, as his promife was,
He faw fir Andrew Barton, knight.
The lord then fwore a mighty oath,
Now by the heavens that be of might,
By faith, believe me, and by troth,
I think he is a worthy knight.

Fetch

Fetch me my Lion out of hand,

Saith the lord, with rose and streamer high, Set up withall a willow wand,

That merchant like I may pass by. Thus bravely did lord Howard pass, And did on anchor rife fo high; No top-fail at all he cast,

But as a foe he did him defy.

Sir Andrew Barton feeing him
Thus fcornfully to pass by,
As though he cared not a pin

For him and all his company;

Then call'd he for his men amain,

Fetch back yon pedler now, quoth he,
And, ere this way he come again,
I'll teach him well his courtesy.

A piece of ordnance foon was shot,
By this proud pirate fiercely then,
Into lord Howards middle deck,

Which cruel fhot kill'd fourteen men,
He call'd then Peter Simon, he,

Look 'now' thy word do ftand in stead,
For thou shalt be hanged on main màst,
If thou mifs twelve-score one penny

Then Peter Simon gave a shot,

Which did fir Andrew mickle scare, In at his deck it came fo hot,

Kill'd fifteen of his men of war:

breadth.

Alas,

Alas, then faid the pirate ftout,

I am in danger now I fee;
This is fome lord, I greatly doubt,
That is fet on to conquer me.

Then Henry Hunt, with rigour hot,
Came bravely on the other fide,

Who likewife fhot in at his deck,

And kill'd fifty of his men befide:

Then, Out alas, fir Andrew cried,
What may a man now think or fay ?
Yon merchant thief that pierceth me,
He was my prisoner yesterday.

Then did he on Gordion call,
Unto the top-castle for to go,

And bid his beams he should let fall,

For he greatly fear'd an overthrow.
The lord call'd Horfely then in hafte,

Look that thy word now stand in stead,
For thou shall be hanged on main-màst,
If thou miss twelve-fcore a fhilling breadth.

Then up the maft-tree fwerved he,
This flout and mighty Gordion
But Horfely he, most happily,

Shot him undèr his collar-bone.
Then call'd he on his nephew then,
Said, Sifters fons I have no mo;
Three hundred pound I will give to thee,

I thou wilt to the top-caftle go.

Then

Then ftoutly he began to climb,

From off the maft fcorn'd to depart; But Horfely foon prevented him,

And deadly pierc'd him to the heart.
His men being flain, then up 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 Horfely, faid 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 up the tree,

With right good will, and all his main,
Then upon the breaft hit Horfely he,
Till the arrow did return again.

Then Horfely 'pied a private place,
With a perfect eye in a fecret part;
His arrow fwiftly flew apace,

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And fmote fir Andrew to the heart.

Fight on, fight on, my merry men all,

A little I am hurt, yet not flain,

I'll but lie down and bleed a while,

And come and fight with you again."

And do not, faid he, fear English rogues,

And of our foes ftand not in awe, But ftand faft by Saint Andrews crofs, Untill you hear my whistle blow.

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