Chapter 75

473.As inb.

492. that thine.

494. awanting.

533. Sir Andrews.

542. them all sore.

573. hewanting.

593. are come safely to the shore.

622. half crown.

632. there shalt thou.

633. hight.

634. he hath deserved.

642. to this.

d,e,f.

Title as inb.Tune, Come follow my love, etc.

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dandeare dated in the Museum Catalogue1670;f.1672.

21. a hunting.

51. turning.

52.d,e. to his.

61. Charles Lord Howard.

71.d,e. speak,f.spoke.

81. Scotch.

132. with good.

154. thewanting.

161.f.thewanting.

162.f.nowanting.

163. But one: there he.

181. himwanting.

201. to himwanting.

203. over well.

204. butwanting.

211. did sail.

222. doth:butAndmeansif.

231. Lord Howard.

232. butwanting.

233. And e’ry.

241. the merchant.

244. you think.

253. pieces of ordnance.

272. stranger.

284. beams.

293. twixt six and sevenwanting.

301.d,e. set as.f.I set as.

33, 34follow36.

334. I may.

342. didwanting.

343. at last.

344. as a foe did.

363. And ere.

372.e.By his.

382. how thy word do.

383. shall.

384.f.breath.

403. greatly fear.

432. Unto the.

434. For he: feard.

442.d,e. now stand.f.nowwanting.

444.d,e. a shilling,f. shilling’s breath.

451. swerved.

454.f.under his.

473.As inb,c.

484. arrows.

492. See thou thy arrows.

494. if thou speedst: make the[e] knight.

524.f.withwanting.

531. he said.

532.e.inwe.

533. Sir Andrews.

542. all full sore.

564. were.

581. untoforthen to.

594. never had.

611.f.merchant therefore the king he said.

633. hight.

634.e.this girle.f.this act.

641.f.Ninety pound.

A true Relation, etc. To the tune of Come follow me, love.

London, Printed for E. W.

This copy has been considerably corrected, and only a part of the variations is given.

22. ofwanting.

23. mountaines.

32. with swiftest.

41. An’t like.

52. to his.

53. in all my.

114. OneforAnd.

144. shilling.

162. No more then dayes in number three.

181. himwanting.

201. said and sighd.

202. a g. m. and a w.

203. over.

204. For I.

213. withwanting.

231. Lord Howard.

232. thatforthe.

233. for one.

241. my Lord, quoth he.

261. beams from her.

284. beames.

324. weight (that is, wight)forknight.

332. streamers.

334. I may.

342. ride.

344. hewanting.

35, 36wanting.

382. do stand.

384. bred.

394. fifty.

414. five.

424. but yesterday.

431. on one Gordion.

451. then swarmed.

482. this stout.

492. See that thy arrow.

494. if thou: thee knight.

532. stand in no awe.

533. S. Andrew’s.

542. them all full sore.

554. moe.

563. I would forsweare.

574. the king.

592. in this ship with me.

593. to shore.

594. never had.

603. paine.

632. there shalt thou.

634. his title he hath deserved.

642. to this.

644. king his land.

Old Ballads, 1723,andRoxburghe, III, 726,haveIrisfor theNeptuneofB,in13; Charles Lord Howardin61; Ninety poundsin641.

This being a Scottish copy, and the variations also numerous, it seems advisable to give the whole text rather than only the divergent readings. The transcript may be inferred, from passages phonetically misrendered, to have been made from recitation or reading, more probably from recitation, since many of the differences from the printed copies are of the sort which are made by reciters; that is, immaterial expressions are imperfectly remembered; andagain, 162is adopted from popular ballad phraseology, and, as already observed, the stanza following 50 is borrowed from‘Adam Bell.’Cases of writing sound for sense are43, makes us squailsformakes us quail; 73, I quitted allforNo whit at all; 482, The spiritforThis pĭrate; 613, A nobler dayforA noble a day.Verses of 25, 26 have been interchanged. 8, 93,4, 101,2, 21, 28, 29, 30, 32, 36, 44, 49, 522,3,4, 531are wanting. 33, 34 are in the right order. It is a little surprising that a Scottish copy should haveSir Andrew CrossforSt Andrew’s cross, 533.a-dhaveSir Andrews Cross.

1When Febus, with her fragrant flours,bedect the earth so trim and gay,And Neptan, with his denty shours,came to present the month o May,2King Hendry would a hunting ride,and over the river Thames past he,Unto a mountain-top alsohe walkd, some pleasures to espy.3There fortie merchants he espy’d,with fiftie sail, come towards him;No sooner there they were arrivedbut on their knees they did complain.4‘My lodge,’ said they, ‘we cannot sailto France nor Spain, for to be sure;Sir Andrew Barton makes us squails,and berubs (?) us of our merchant-wair.’5The king was grievd and turnd him,said to his lords of high degree,Is there not a lord in my realmcan fetch yon traitor unto me?6Then out bespoke Lord Charles Howard,and says, My ludge, with heart and hand,If that you’l give me leave, said he,I will perform what you command.7But out bespoke King Hendrie:‘I fear, my lord, you are too young;’‘I quitted all, my lodge,’ said he,‘for I think to prove one valient strong.’91,2‘A hundred men out of my realmshall for this service chosen be,103,4And they, at thy command and will,in all affairs, shall wait on thee.’11The king calld on a gunner then,whose age was ‘bove three score and ten;He was the best in that realm,and Petter Simon height his name.[A12]‘Now Peter,’ said he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,to fetch a traitor with good speed,And over a hundred gunners goodI’ve chosen thee to be the head.’[A13]‘My lodge,’ says he, ‘if he have chosen meoer a hundred men to be the head,Upon mine mast I hangd shall be,if I mess twelve score on a shilling breadth.’12My lord calld on a bow-man then,whose hands and acts had gained fame;He was the best in that realm,and William Horsley height his name.13‘Now Horsley,’ says he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,to fetch a traitor wi good speed,And over a hundred archers goodI’ve chosen thee to be the head.’14‘My lord,’ sais he, ‘if ye hae chosen meoer a hundred men to be the head,Upon my mast I hangd shall be,if I mess twelve score a shilling breadth.’15Lord Howard he’s gone to the wars,wi muckle mirth and merrie cheer;He was not curbd with winters cold,tho it was the stormy time a year.16He had not been upon the seas,no not a day but only three,Till he espy’d Sir Hendry Hunt,a merchant of Newcastle he.17A peice of ordinance was shot,which straitly charged him to stand;Demanding of him from whence he came,and where he was intend to land.18The merchant he made answer then,with a heavy heart and carefull mind,‘If it please Your Grace, my ship belongsunto Newcastle upon Tine.’19‘Canst thou but show me,’ said the lord,’as those did sail by day or night,A Scotish rubber on the seas,whose name’s Sir Andrew Burton, knight?’20The merchant sighd, and said, Alas!full over well I do him know;Good keep you frae his tiranie!for I was his prisoner yesterday.22And muckle debt, God knows, I owe,if every man would crave his oun;But I am bound for London nou,of our gracious king to beg a bon.23‘Wilt you go with me,’ said the lord,‘and once that villain let me see,For every pennie he’s from thee taenI double the same wi shillings three.’24But the merchant sighd, and said, Alas!I fear, my lord, your aims you miss;Good keep you frae his tiranie!for little you ken what a man he is.251For he’s brass within and steel without,262and his great ship’s mighty hugie high,So that neither English nor Portugeescan pass Sir Andrew Burton by.261And he has beams for his top-castle252which is both mighty huge and strong;He has eighteen peice of ordinancehe carries on each side along.27‘Bad news thou tells,’ then said the lord,‘to welcome strangers to the sea;But as I have said, I’ll bring him abord,or into Scotland he’s carry me.’31So the merchant set my lord a glass,that well appeared in his eye,And the morning, as his promise was,he did Sir Andrew Burton see.33‘Fetch me my lyon out of hand,set up our rose on streamers high;Set up likewise a willie wand,that merchant like we may pass by.’34Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,upon an anchor rose so high;No topsail at last he did upcast,but like a foe did him defie.35Sir Andrew Barton, seeing himthus scornfull-like for to pass by,As tho he cared not a pinfor him and all his company,37Sir Andrew Barton gave a shottwhich did Lord Howard muckle dear;For it came so hotly in at his deckkilld fifteen of his men a ware.38My lord calld on o’ Petter Seymore,says, See thy words does stand in steed;For upon main-mast thou hangd shall be,if thou miss twelve score a shilling breed.39Then Petter Symore gave a shotwhich did Sir Andrew muckle scarr;It came so hotly in his deckkilld fifty of his men a ware.40Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,‘and aye alas, and woe’s me!This is some lord, I greatly fear,that is set out to conquer me.’41Then Hendry Hunt, with rigor hot,came bravely on the other side;He shot so hotly in at his deckkilld fiftie of his men beside.42Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,‘what can a man now do or say?This merchant thief it percies me,he was my prisoner yesterday.’43Sir Andrew calld on Gordon then,and bad him to top-castle goAnd strive to let his beems doun fall,for he greatly feard an overthrow.45Then up mass’-tree then climed he,that stout and mighty Gordon;But Horsley soon prevented him,and shot him in at collar-bone.46Sir Andrew calld his nephew then;says, Sisters son I hi nè mae;A hundred pounds I’ll to thee giveif thou’l up to top-castle gae.47Then up mast-tree then climed he,from of the deck for to depart;But Horsley soon prevented him,and deadly peirced him to the heart.48His men being slain, then up amainthe spirit proud did climb wi speed;Armour of proof he did put on,and of arrows dint he had nè dread.50Then up mast-tree then climbed he,the spirit proud did climb amain;But Horsley hat him upon the breast,till his arrow did return again.‘Foul fà the hands,’ says Horsley then,‘this day that did that coat put on!For had it been as thin as mine,thy last days had been at an end.’51But Horsley spy’d a private part,with a canie hand and secret art,And his arrows swiftly flew amain,and pierced Sir Andrew to the heart.521‘Fight on, fight on, my mirrie men all,532and of English rogues stand ye nè aw;But stand fast by Sir Andrew crosstill that ye hear my whistle blà.’54But they never heard his whistle blà,which made them mightyly to dread;Say Horsley, My lord, we’ll go abord,for now I know Sir Andrew’s dead.55Then boarded they this great ship then,with muckle might and a’ their main,And in her was eighteen score o Scots alive,besides there mony maē were slain.56My lord went where Sir Andrew lay,and hastely cut of his head:‘I’d forsake England this mony a day,if thou were alive as thou art dead.’57So Lord Howard he’s come from the wars,with muckle mirth and triumphing,And the pirot’s head he brought along,for to present unto their king.58But out bespoke King Hendry,before he knew well what was done:‘Bring here to me that villain strong,that I mysell may give the doom.’59‘Ye may be thankfà,’ said the lord,‘at what is done, my ludge,’ said he,‘That we’r returned alive again;for ye’d never such an enemy.60‘There’s Hendry Hunt, and Petter Symore,and William Horsley, and Petter’s son;Therefore reward them for their pain,for they did service at their turn.’61The king he said to Hendry Hunt,‘For every pennie he’s from the tane,A nobler day I’l to thee give,and Sir Andrew’s whistle and his chain.62‘A croun a day to Petter Symore,and half a croun to Petter’s son;And that was for the shots they gave,which bravely brought Sir Andrew doun.63‘Horsley, I’l make of thee a knight,and in Yorkshire thou shall dwell;Lord Howard shall Earl Bewry height,for the tittle he deserves full well.64‘Seven rosenobles to our English men,which in the feight did stoutly stand,And twelve pence a day unto the Scots,till they come to my brother king’s land.’

1When Febus, with her fragrant flours,bedect the earth so trim and gay,And Neptan, with his denty shours,came to present the month o May,

When Febus, with her fragrant flours,

bedect the earth so trim and gay,

And Neptan, with his denty shours,

came to present the month o May,

2King Hendry would a hunting ride,and over the river Thames past he,Unto a mountain-top alsohe walkd, some pleasures to espy.

King Hendry would a hunting ride,

and over the river Thames past he,

Unto a mountain-top also

he walkd, some pleasures to espy.

3There fortie merchants he espy’d,with fiftie sail, come towards him;No sooner there they were arrivedbut on their knees they did complain.

There fortie merchants he espy’d,

with fiftie sail, come towards him;

No sooner there they were arrived

but on their knees they did complain.

4‘My lodge,’ said they, ‘we cannot sailto France nor Spain, for to be sure;Sir Andrew Barton makes us squails,and berubs (?) us of our merchant-wair.’

‘My lodge,’ said they, ‘we cannot sail

to France nor Spain, for to be sure;

Sir Andrew Barton makes us squails,

and berubs (?) us of our merchant-wair.’

5The king was grievd and turnd him,said to his lords of high degree,Is there not a lord in my realmcan fetch yon traitor unto me?

The king was grievd and turnd him,

said to his lords of high degree,

Is there not a lord in my realm

can fetch yon traitor unto me?

6Then out bespoke Lord Charles Howard,and says, My ludge, with heart and hand,If that you’l give me leave, said he,I will perform what you command.

Then out bespoke Lord Charles Howard,

and says, My ludge, with heart and hand,

If that you’l give me leave, said he,

I will perform what you command.

7But out bespoke King Hendrie:‘I fear, my lord, you are too young;’‘I quitted all, my lodge,’ said he,‘for I think to prove one valient strong.’

But out bespoke King Hendrie:

‘I fear, my lord, you are too young;’

‘I quitted all, my lodge,’ said he,

‘for I think to prove one valient strong.’

91,2‘A hundred men out of my realmshall for this service chosen be,103,4And they, at thy command and will,in all affairs, shall wait on thee.’

91,2

‘A hundred men out of my realm

shall for this service chosen be,

103,4

And they, at thy command and will,

in all affairs, shall wait on thee.’

11The king calld on a gunner then,whose age was ‘bove three score and ten;He was the best in that realm,and Petter Simon height his name.

The king calld on a gunner then,

whose age was ‘bove three score and ten;

He was the best in that realm,

and Petter Simon height his name.

[A12]‘Now Peter,’ said he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,to fetch a traitor with good speed,And over a hundred gunners goodI’ve chosen thee to be the head.’

[A12]

‘Now Peter,’ said he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,

to fetch a traitor with good speed,

And over a hundred gunners good

I’ve chosen thee to be the head.’

[A13]‘My lodge,’ says he, ‘if he have chosen meoer a hundred men to be the head,Upon mine mast I hangd shall be,if I mess twelve score on a shilling breadth.’

[A13]

‘My lodge,’ says he, ‘if he have chosen me

oer a hundred men to be the head,

Upon mine mast I hangd shall be,

if I mess twelve score on a shilling breadth.’

12My lord calld on a bow-man then,whose hands and acts had gained fame;He was the best in that realm,and William Horsley height his name.

My lord calld on a bow-man then,

whose hands and acts had gained fame;

He was the best in that realm,

and William Horsley height his name.

13‘Now Horsley,’ says he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,to fetch a traitor wi good speed,And over a hundred archers goodI’ve chosen thee to be the head.’

‘Now Horsley,’ says he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,

to fetch a traitor wi good speed,

And over a hundred archers good

I’ve chosen thee to be the head.’

14‘My lord,’ sais he, ‘if ye hae chosen meoer a hundred men to be the head,Upon my mast I hangd shall be,if I mess twelve score a shilling breadth.’

‘My lord,’ sais he, ‘if ye hae chosen me

oer a hundred men to be the head,

Upon my mast I hangd shall be,

if I mess twelve score a shilling breadth.’

15Lord Howard he’s gone to the wars,wi muckle mirth and merrie cheer;He was not curbd with winters cold,tho it was the stormy time a year.

Lord Howard he’s gone to the wars,

wi muckle mirth and merrie cheer;

He was not curbd with winters cold,

tho it was the stormy time a year.

16He had not been upon the seas,no not a day but only three,Till he espy’d Sir Hendry Hunt,a merchant of Newcastle he.

He had not been upon the seas,

no not a day but only three,

Till he espy’d Sir Hendry Hunt,

a merchant of Newcastle he.

17A peice of ordinance was shot,which straitly charged him to stand;Demanding of him from whence he came,and where he was intend to land.

A peice of ordinance was shot,

which straitly charged him to stand;

Demanding of him from whence he came,

and where he was intend to land.

18The merchant he made answer then,with a heavy heart and carefull mind,‘If it please Your Grace, my ship belongsunto Newcastle upon Tine.’

The merchant he made answer then,

with a heavy heart and carefull mind,

‘If it please Your Grace, my ship belongs

unto Newcastle upon Tine.’

19‘Canst thou but show me,’ said the lord,’as those did sail by day or night,A Scotish rubber on the seas,whose name’s Sir Andrew Burton, knight?’

‘Canst thou but show me,’ said the lord,

’as those did sail by day or night,

A Scotish rubber on the seas,

whose name’s Sir Andrew Burton, knight?’

20The merchant sighd, and said, Alas!full over well I do him know;Good keep you frae his tiranie!for I was his prisoner yesterday.

The merchant sighd, and said, Alas!

full over well I do him know;

Good keep you frae his tiranie!

for I was his prisoner yesterday.

22And muckle debt, God knows, I owe,if every man would crave his oun;But I am bound for London nou,of our gracious king to beg a bon.

And muckle debt, God knows, I owe,

if every man would crave his oun;

But I am bound for London nou,

of our gracious king to beg a bon.

23‘Wilt you go with me,’ said the lord,‘and once that villain let me see,For every pennie he’s from thee taenI double the same wi shillings three.’

‘Wilt you go with me,’ said the lord,

‘and once that villain let me see,

For every pennie he’s from thee taen

I double the same wi shillings three.’

24But the merchant sighd, and said, Alas!I fear, my lord, your aims you miss;Good keep you frae his tiranie!for little you ken what a man he is.

But the merchant sighd, and said, Alas!

I fear, my lord, your aims you miss;

Good keep you frae his tiranie!

for little you ken what a man he is.

251For he’s brass within and steel without,262and his great ship’s mighty hugie high,So that neither English nor Portugeescan pass Sir Andrew Burton by.

251

For he’s brass within and steel without,

262

and his great ship’s mighty hugie high,

So that neither English nor Portugees

can pass Sir Andrew Burton by.

261And he has beams for his top-castle252which is both mighty huge and strong;He has eighteen peice of ordinancehe carries on each side along.

261

And he has beams for his top-castle

252

which is both mighty huge and strong;

He has eighteen peice of ordinance

he carries on each side along.

27‘Bad news thou tells,’ then said the lord,‘to welcome strangers to the sea;But as I have said, I’ll bring him abord,or into Scotland he’s carry me.’

‘Bad news thou tells,’ then said the lord,

‘to welcome strangers to the sea;

But as I have said, I’ll bring him abord,

or into Scotland he’s carry me.’

31So the merchant set my lord a glass,that well appeared in his eye,And the morning, as his promise was,he did Sir Andrew Burton see.

So the merchant set my lord a glass,

that well appeared in his eye,

And the morning, as his promise was,

he did Sir Andrew Burton see.

33‘Fetch me my lyon out of hand,set up our rose on streamers high;Set up likewise a willie wand,that merchant like we may pass by.’

‘Fetch me my lyon out of hand,

set up our rose on streamers high;

Set up likewise a willie wand,

that merchant like we may pass by.’

34Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,upon an anchor rose so high;No topsail at last he did upcast,but like a foe did him defie.

Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,

upon an anchor rose so high;

No topsail at last he did upcast,

but like a foe did him defie.

35Sir Andrew Barton, seeing himthus scornfull-like for to pass by,As tho he cared not a pinfor him and all his company,

Sir Andrew Barton, seeing him

thus scornfull-like for to pass by,

As tho he cared not a pin

for him and all his company,

37Sir Andrew Barton gave a shottwhich did Lord Howard muckle dear;For it came so hotly in at his deckkilld fifteen of his men a ware.

Sir Andrew Barton gave a shott

which did Lord Howard muckle dear;

For it came so hotly in at his deck

killd fifteen of his men a ware.

38My lord calld on o’ Petter Seymore,says, See thy words does stand in steed;For upon main-mast thou hangd shall be,if thou miss twelve score a shilling breed.

My lord calld on o’ Petter Seymore,

says, See thy words does stand in steed;

For upon main-mast thou hangd shall be,

if thou miss twelve score a shilling breed.

39Then Petter Symore gave a shotwhich did Sir Andrew muckle scarr;It came so hotly in his deckkilld fifty of his men a ware.

Then Petter Symore gave a shot

which did Sir Andrew muckle scarr;

It came so hotly in his deck

killd fifty of his men a ware.

40Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,‘and aye alas, and woe’s me!This is some lord, I greatly fear,that is set out to conquer me.’

Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,

‘and aye alas, and woe’s me!

This is some lord, I greatly fear,

that is set out to conquer me.’

41Then Hendry Hunt, with rigor hot,came bravely on the other side;He shot so hotly in at his deckkilld fiftie of his men beside.

Then Hendry Hunt, with rigor hot,

came bravely on the other side;

He shot so hotly in at his deck

killd fiftie of his men beside.

42Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,‘what can a man now do or say?This merchant thief it percies me,he was my prisoner yesterday.’

Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,

‘what can a man now do or say?

This merchant thief it percies me,

he was my prisoner yesterday.’

43Sir Andrew calld on Gordon then,and bad him to top-castle goAnd strive to let his beems doun fall,for he greatly feard an overthrow.

Sir Andrew calld on Gordon then,

and bad him to top-castle go

And strive to let his beems doun fall,

for he greatly feard an overthrow.

45Then up mass’-tree then climed he,that stout and mighty Gordon;But Horsley soon prevented him,and shot him in at collar-bone.

Then up mass’-tree then climed he,

that stout and mighty Gordon;

But Horsley soon prevented him,

and shot him in at collar-bone.

46Sir Andrew calld his nephew then;says, Sisters son I hi nè mae;A hundred pounds I’ll to thee giveif thou’l up to top-castle gae.

Sir Andrew calld his nephew then;

says, Sisters son I hi nè mae;

A hundred pounds I’ll to thee give

if thou’l up to top-castle gae.

47Then up mast-tree then climed he,from of the deck for to depart;But Horsley soon prevented him,and deadly peirced him to the heart.

Then up mast-tree then climed he,

from of the deck for to depart;

But Horsley soon prevented him,

and deadly peirced him to the heart.

48His men being slain, then up amainthe spirit proud did climb wi speed;Armour of proof he did put on,and of arrows dint he had nè dread.

His men being slain, then up amain

the spirit proud did climb wi speed;

Armour of proof he did put on,

and of arrows dint he had nè dread.

50Then up mast-tree then climbed he,the spirit proud did climb amain;But Horsley hat him upon the breast,till his arrow did return again.

Then up mast-tree then climbed he,

the spirit proud did climb amain;

But Horsley hat him upon the breast,

till his arrow did return again.

‘Foul fà the hands,’ says Horsley then,‘this day that did that coat put on!For had it been as thin as mine,thy last days had been at an end.’

‘Foul fà the hands,’ says Horsley then,

‘this day that did that coat put on!

For had it been as thin as mine,

thy last days had been at an end.’

51But Horsley spy’d a private part,with a canie hand and secret art,And his arrows swiftly flew amain,and pierced Sir Andrew to the heart.

But Horsley spy’d a private part,

with a canie hand and secret art,

And his arrows swiftly flew amain,

and pierced Sir Andrew to the heart.

521‘Fight on, fight on, my mirrie men all,532and of English rogues stand ye nè aw;But stand fast by Sir Andrew crosstill that ye hear my whistle blà.’

521

‘Fight on, fight on, my mirrie men all,

532

and of English rogues stand ye nè aw;

But stand fast by Sir Andrew cross

till that ye hear my whistle blà.’

54But they never heard his whistle blà,which made them mightyly to dread;Say Horsley, My lord, we’ll go abord,for now I know Sir Andrew’s dead.

But they never heard his whistle blà,

which made them mightyly to dread;

Say Horsley, My lord, we’ll go abord,

for now I know Sir Andrew’s dead.

55Then boarded they this great ship then,with muckle might and a’ their main,And in her was eighteen score o Scots alive,besides there mony maē were slain.

Then boarded they this great ship then,

with muckle might and a’ their main,

And in her was eighteen score o Scots alive,

besides there mony maē were slain.

56My lord went where Sir Andrew lay,and hastely cut of his head:‘I’d forsake England this mony a day,if thou were alive as thou art dead.’

My lord went where Sir Andrew lay,

and hastely cut of his head:

‘I’d forsake England this mony a day,

if thou were alive as thou art dead.’

57So Lord Howard he’s come from the wars,with muckle mirth and triumphing,And the pirot’s head he brought along,for to present unto their king.

So Lord Howard he’s come from the wars,

with muckle mirth and triumphing,

And the pirot’s head he brought along,

for to present unto their king.

58But out bespoke King Hendry,before he knew well what was done:‘Bring here to me that villain strong,that I mysell may give the doom.’

But out bespoke King Hendry,

before he knew well what was done:

‘Bring here to me that villain strong,

that I mysell may give the doom.’

59‘Ye may be thankfà,’ said the lord,‘at what is done, my ludge,’ said he,‘That we’r returned alive again;for ye’d never such an enemy.

‘Ye may be thankfà,’ said the lord,

‘at what is done, my ludge,’ said he,

‘That we’r returned alive again;

for ye’d never such an enemy.

60‘There’s Hendry Hunt, and Petter Symore,and William Horsley, and Petter’s son;Therefore reward them for their pain,for they did service at their turn.’

‘There’s Hendry Hunt, and Petter Symore,

and William Horsley, and Petter’s son;

Therefore reward them for their pain,

for they did service at their turn.’

61The king he said to Hendry Hunt,‘For every pennie he’s from the tane,A nobler day I’l to thee give,and Sir Andrew’s whistle and his chain.

The king he said to Hendry Hunt,

‘For every pennie he’s from the tane,

A nobler day I’l to thee give,

and Sir Andrew’s whistle and his chain.

62‘A croun a day to Petter Symore,and half a croun to Petter’s son;And that was for the shots they gave,which bravely brought Sir Andrew doun.

‘A croun a day to Petter Symore,

and half a croun to Petter’s son;

And that was for the shots they gave,

which bravely brought Sir Andrew doun.

63‘Horsley, I’l make of thee a knight,and in Yorkshire thou shall dwell;Lord Howard shall Earl Bewry height,for the tittle he deserves full well.

‘Horsley, I’l make of thee a knight,

and in Yorkshire thou shall dwell;

Lord Howard shall Earl Bewry height,

for the tittle he deserves full well.

64‘Seven rosenobles to our English men,which in the feight did stoutly stand,And twelve pence a day unto the Scots,till they come to my brother king’s land.’

‘Seven rosenobles to our English men,

which in the feight did stoutly stand,

And twelve pence a day unto the Scots,

till they come to my brother king’s land.’

381. on O’. o’may meanold.

62follows63.

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