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The First Part	A
'When Flora with her fragrant flowers	B
Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye	C
And Neptune with his daintye showers	B
Came to present the monthe of Maye	C
King Henrye rode to take the ayre	D
Over the river of Thames past hee	E
When eighty merchants of London came	F
And downe they knelt upon their knee	E
	-
'O yee are welcome rich merchants	G
Good saylors welcome unto mee '	-
They swore by the rood they were saylors good	H
But rich merchants they cold not bee	E
'To France nor Flanders dare we pass	I
Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare	D
And all for a rover that lyes on the seas	J
Who robbs us of our merchant ware '	-
	-
King Henrye frownd and turned him rounde	H
And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might	H
'I thought he had not beene in the world	H
Durst have wrought England such unright '	-
The merchants sighed and said 'Alas '	-
And thus they did their answer frame	F
'He is a proud Scott that robbs on the seas	J
And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name '	-
	-
The king loot over his left shoulder	K
And an angrye look then looked hee	E
'Have I never a lorde in all my realme	F
Will feitch yond traytor unto mee '	-
'Yea that dare I ' Lord Howard sayes	J
If it please your grace to give me leave	L
Myselfe wil be the only man '	-
	-
'Thou art but yong ' the kyng replyed	H
'Yond Scott hath numbred manye a yeare '	-
'Trust me my liege Ile make him quail	M
Or before my prince I will never appeare '	-
'Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have	N
And chuse them over my realme so free	E
Besides good mariners and shipp boyes	J
To guide the great shipp on the sea '	-
	-
The first man that Lord Howard chose	J
Was the ablest gunner in all the realme	F
Thoughe he was threescore yeeres and ten	O
Good Peter Simon was his name	F
'Peter ' sais hee 'I must to the sea	E
To bring home a traytor live or dead	H
Before all others I have chosen thee	E
Of a hundred gunners to be the head '	-
	-
'If you my lord have chosen mee	E
Of a hundred gunners to be the head	H
Then hang me up on your mainemast tree	E
If I misse my marke one shilling bread '	-
My lord then chose a boweman rare	D
Whose active hands had gained fame	F
In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne	P
And William Horseley was his name	F
	-
'Horseley ' sayd he 'I must with speede	H
Go seeke a traytor on the sea	E
And now of a hundred bowemen brave	Q
To be the head I have chosen thee '	-
'If you ' quoth hee 'have chosen mee	E
Of a hundred bowemen to be the head	H
On your main mast Ile hanged bee	E
If I miss twelvescore one penny bread	H
	-
With pikes and gunnes and bowemen bold	H
This noble Howard is gone to the sea	E
With a valyant heart and a pleasant cheare	D
Out at Thames mouth sayled he	E
And days he scant had sayled three	E
Upon the 'voyage' he tooke in hand	H
But there he mett with a noble shipp	R
And stoutely made itt stay and stand	H
	-
'Thou must tell me ' Lord Howard said	H
'Now who thou art and what's thy name	F
And shewe me where thy dwelling is	J
And whither bound and whence thou came '	-
'My name is Henry Hunt ' quoth hee	E
With a heavye heart and a carefull mind	H
'I and my shipp doe both belong	S
To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne '	-
	-
'Hast thou not heard nowe Henrye Hunt	H
As thou hast sayled by daye and by night	H
Of a Scottish rover on the seas	J
Men call him Sir Andrew Barton knight '	-
Then ever he sighed and sayd 'Alas '	-
With a grieved mind and well away	C
'But over well I knowe that wight	H
I was his prisoner yesterday	C
	-
'As I was sayling uppon the sea	E
A Burdeaux voyage for to fare	D
To his hach borde he clasped me	E
And robd me of all my merchant ware	D
And mickle debts God wot I owe	T
And every man will have his owne	P
And I am nowe to London bounde	C
Of our gracious king to beg a boone '	-
	-
'That shall not need ' Lord Howard sais	J
'Lett me but once that robber see	E
For every penny tane thee froe	D
It shall be doubled shillings three '	-
'Nowe God forefend ' the merchant said	C
'That you shold seek soe far amisse	E
God keepe you out of that traitors hands	E
Full litle ye wott what a man hee is	E
	-
'Hee is brasse within and steele without	C
With beames on his topcastle stronge	U
And eighteen pieces of ordinance	E
He carries on each side along	S
And he hath a pinnance deerlye dight	C
St Andrewes crosse that is his guide	C
His pinnace beareth ninescore men	P
And fifteen canons on each side	C
	-
'Were ye twentye shippes and he but one	P
I sweare by kirke and bower and hall	V
He wold overcome them everye one	P
If once his beames they doe downe fall '	-
'This is cold comfort ' sais my lord	C
'To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea	E
Yet Ile bring him and his shipp to shore	D
Or to Scottland hee shall carrye mee '	-
	-
'Then a noble gunner you must have	N
And he must aim well with his ee	E
And sinke his pinnace into the sea	E
Or else hee never orecome will bee	E
And if you chance his shipp to borde	C
This counsel I must give withall	V
Let no man to his topcastle goe	T
To strive to let his beams downe fall	V
	-
'And seven pieces of ordinance	E
I pray your honour lend to mee	E
On each side of my shipp along	S
And I will lead you on the sea	E
A glasse Ile sett that may be seene	P
Whether you sayle by day or night	C
And to morrowe I sweare by nine of the clocke	S
You shall meet with Sir Andrewe Barton knight '	-
	-
The Second Part	C
	-
The merchant sett my lorde a glasse	E
Soe well apparent in his sight	C
And on the morrowe by nine of the clocke	S
He shewed him Sir Andrewe Barton knight	C
His hachebord it was 'gilt' with gold	C
Soe deerlye dight it dazzled the ee	E
'Nowe by my faith ' Lord Howarde sais	E
'This is a gallant sight to see	E
	-
'Take in your ancyents standards eke	S
So close that no man may them see	E
And put me forth a white willowe wand	C
As merchants use to sayle the sea '	-
But they stirred neither top nor mast	C
Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by	W
'What English churles are yonder ' he sayd	C
'That can soe litle curtesye	C
	-
'Now by the roode three yeares and more	D
I have been Admirall over the sea	E
And never an English nor Portingall	V
Without my leave can passe this way '	-
Then called he forth his stout pinnace	E
'Fetch backe yonder pedlars nowe to mee	E
I sweare by the masse yon English churles	E
Shall all hang att my maine mast tree '	-
	-
With that the pinnace itt shott off	X
Full well Lord Howard might it ken	P
For itt stroke down my lord's fore mast	C
And killed fourteen of his men	P
'Come hither Simon ' sayes my lord	C
'Looke that thy word be true thou said	C
For at my maine mast thou shalt hang	S
If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread '	-
	-
Simon was old but his heart itt was bold	C
His ordinance he laid right lowe	T
He put it in chain full nine yardes long	S
With other great shott lesse and moe	T
And he lette goe his great gunnes shott	C
Soe well he settled itt with his ee	E
The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe	T
He see his pinnace sunke in the sea	E
	-
And when he saw his pinnace sunke	S
Lord how his heart with rage did swell	V
'Nowe cutt my ropes itt is time to be gon	P
Ile fetch yon pedlars backe mysell '	-
When my lord sawe Sir Andrew loose	E
Within his heart hee was full faine	P
'Nowe spread your ancyents strike up drummes	E
Sound all your trumpetts out amaine '	-
	-
'Fight on my men ' Sir Andrewe sais	E
'Weale howsoever this geere will sway	T
Itt is my lord admirall of England	C
Is come to seeke mee on the sea '	-
Simon had a sonne who shott right well	V
That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare	D
In att his decke he gave a shott	C
Killed threescore of his men of warre	D
	-
Then Henrye Hunt with rigour hott	C
Came bravely on the other side	C
Soone he drove downe his fore mast tree	D
And killed fourscore men beside	C
'Nowe out alas ' Sir Andrewe cryed	C
'What may a man now thinke or say	T
Yonder merchant theefe that pierceth mee	D
He was my prisoner yesterday	T
	-
'Come hither to me thou Gordon good	C
That aye wast ready att my call	V
I will give the three hundred markes	T
If thou wilt let my beames downe fall '	-
Lord Howard hee then calld in haste	C
'Horseley	V