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Then up the Maft Tree swerved he,

This stout and mighty Gordion ; But Horfely he most happily,

Shot him under his Collar-Bone: Then call'd he on his Nephew, and

Said, Sister's Son's I have no mo, Three hundred Pound I 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 Horfely soon prevented him,

And deadly pierc'd him to the Heart. His Men being slain, then up amain

Did this proud Pyrate 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 thy Arrows aim aright; Great Means to thee I'll still afford,

And if thou speeds I'll make thee Knight. Sir Andrew did climb up the Tree,

With right good Will and all his Main, Then upon the Breast hit Horfely he,

'Till the Arrow did return again. Then Horfely spy'd 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 Nain, I'll but lye down and bleed awhile,

And come and fight with you again. And do not, said he, fear English Rogues,

And of your Foes stand not in awe,
But stand fast by St. Andrew's Cross,


Whistle blow.

Until you


They never heard his Whistle blow,

Which made them all most fore afraid. Then Horsely said, My Lord, Aboard

For now Sir Andrew Barton's dead. Thus boarded they this gallant Ship,

With right good Will and all their main, Eighteen Score Scots alive in it,

Besides as many more were Nain. The Lord went where Sir Andrew lay,

And quickly then cut off his Head; I should forsake England many a Day,

If thou wert alive as thou art dead. Thus from the Wars Lord Howard came

With mickle Joy and Triumphing, The Pyrate's Head he brought along

For to present unto the King: Who briefly unto him did say,

Before he well knew what was done, Where is the Knight and Pyrate gay,

That I my self may give the Doom? You may thank God, then said the Lord,

And four Men in the Ship, quoth he, That we are safely come Alhore,

Sith you never had such an Enemy; That is, Henry Hunt and Peter Simon,

William Horfely and Peter's Son :
Therefore Reward them for their Pains,

For they did Service in their turn.
To the Merchant therefore the King he said,

In lieu of what he hath from thee ta'n,
I'll give to thee a Noble a Day,

Sir Andrew's Whistle and his Chain To Peter Simon a Crown a Day,

And half a Crown to Peter's Son; And that was for a Shot so gay,

Which bravely brought Sir Andrew down.


Horfely I will make thee a Knight,

And in Yorkshire thou shalt dwell ; Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight,

For this Act deserveth well :
Ninety Pounds to our English Men,

Who in this Fight did stoutly stand;
And Twelve Pence a Day to the Scots, till they

Come to my Brother King's High Land.

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Johnny Armstrong's last Good-night,

shewing · how John Armstrong with his Eightscore Men fought a bloody Battle with the Scotch King at Eenborough.

To a Northern Tune.

Never was Country in the World more in

fested with Robbers than the Kingdom of Scotland in former Days. Some few Banditti we have had here in England, but compar'd to their Number they are few indeed; but as a general History of them would at present be foreign to my Purpose,Ifallconfine myself to the Hero of the following Ballad, whose Habitation was at no great distance from the River Ewse; there he had a strong Bodyof

Men under his Command, and allhis Neighbours, even the nearest English, stood in Awe of him, and paid him Tribute. When James V. rcignd in Scotland, and Henry VIII. in England, the former willing to suppress all Řobberies, levied a small Army, march'd out against the Banditti, and pitch'd his Tents hard by the River Ewse. At this John Armstrong became


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