For itt stroke down my lord's fore mast

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With that the pinnace itt fhott off,

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Full well lord Howard might it ken;

For it strike downe fore/malt fred, If If If

And killed fourteen of his men.

Come hither, Simon, fayes my lord, be true thon said;
Looke that thy word doe stand in ftead;
For at my maine-malt thou shalt hang,

If thou miffe thy marke one fhilling bread.

Simon was old, but his heart was bold.
His ordinance he laid right lowe;
He put in chaine full nine yardes long,
With other great fhott leffe, and moe;
And he lette goe his great gunnes fhott;
Soe well he fettled itt with his ee,
The first fight that Sir Andrewe fawe,
He and his pinnace funke i' the sea.

And when he faw his pinnace funke,

gon;

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Lord, how his heart with rage did fwell!
"Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be
Ile fetch yond pedlars backe my fel,"
When my Lord fawe Sir Andrewe loofe,
Within his heart hee was full faine:
"Nowe spread your ancyents, ftrike up drummes,
Sound all your trumpetts out amaine.”

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Fight

Fer 35,i. e. difcharged chain-shot. V. 43. i. e. flip my cables.

Fight on, my men, Sir Andrewe ye, Sais,
Weale how foever this geere will fway;

Itt is my lord admirall of England,

Is come to feeke mee on the fea.

Simon had a fonne, who fhott right well,

That did Sir Andrewe mickle fcare;

In att his decke he gave a fhott,

Killed threefcore of his men of warre.

Then Henrye Hunt with rigour hott

Came bravely on the other fide,
Soone he drove downe his fore-maft tree,

And killed fourfcore men befide.
Nowe, out alas! Sir Andrewe cryed,
What may a man now thinke, or say?
Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee,
He was my prifoner yesterday.

Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,
That aye waft readye at my call;
I will give thee three hundred markes,
If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.
Lord Howard hee then calld in hafte,

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Horfeley fee thou be true in ftead;

For thou shalt at the maine-maft hang,

If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread.

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Then Gordon fwarvd the maine-maft tree,
He swarved it with might and maine;
But Horfeley with a bearing arrowe,

Stroke the Gordon through the braine;
And he fell down the hatches again,

And fore his deadlye wounde did bleed: Then word went through Sir Andrews men, How that the Gordon he was dead.

Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,
Thou art my only fifters fonne,

If thou wilt let my beames downe fall,
Six hundred nobles thou haft wonne.
With that he fward the maine-maft tree,
He fwarved it with nimble art; .
But Horfeley with a broad arrowe

Pierced the ambilted thorough the heart:
Hamilton

And downe he fell upon the deck,

That with his blood did ftreame amaine :

Then every Scott cryed, Well-away!

Alas a comelye youth is flaine!

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All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,

With griefe and rage his heart did swell : "Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe, For I will to the topcaftle myfel."

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**Goe

ver. 75. "bearing, &c. Ses Glop. Vol. I.

"Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe,
That gilded is with gold foe cleare:
God be with my brother John of Barton !

Against the Portingals hee it ware ;
And when he had on this armour of proofe,

He was a gallant fight to see :

Ah! nere didit thou meet with living wight,
My deere brother, could cope with thee."

And looke

your fhaft that it goe right,

Shoot a good fhoot in time of need,

And for it thou shalt be made a knight.

Ile fhoot my beft, quoth Horseley then,

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Your honour fhall fee, with might and maine; 110 But if I were hanged at your maine-maft tree,

I have now left but arrowes twaine.

Sir Andrew he did fwarve the tree,

With right good will he fwarved then :