THE SECOND PART.

Take in your ancients, and your standards,

Yea that no man shall them see;

And put me forth a white willow wand,

As merchants use to sail the sea."

But they stirred neither top nor mast *;

But Sir Andrew they passed by;

"What English are yonder," said Sir Andrew,

"That can so little courtesy?

"I have been admiral over the sea

More than these years three,

There is never an English dog nor Portingall

Can pass this way without leave of me.

But now yonder pedlars they are past:

Which is no little grief to me:

Fetch them back," says Sir Andrew Barton,

"They all shall hang at my main-mast tree."

With that the pinnace it shot off;

That my Lord Howard might it well ken;

It stroke down my lord's fore-mast,

And killed fourteen of my lord his men.

"Come hither, Simon," says my lord Howard,

"Look that thy words be true thou said;

I'll hang thee at my main-mast tree,

If thou miss thy mark past twelve pence bread."

* i.e. did not salute.

Simon was old, but his heart it was bold;

He took down a piece and laid it full low,

He put in chain yards nine,

Besides other great shot less and more,

With that he let his gun-shot go;

So well he settled it with his eye,

The first sight that Sir Andrew saw,

He see his pinnace sunk in the sea.

When he saw his pinnace sunk,

Lord, in his heart he was not well!

"Cut my ropes! it is time to be gone!

Ill fetch yond pedlars back mysel'."

When my lord Howard saw Sir Andrew loose,

Lord! in his heart that he was fain;

"Strike on your drums, spread out your

ancients,

Sound out your trumpets, sound out amain."

"Fight on, my men," says Sir Andrew Barton,

"Weet, howsoever this gear will sway;

It is my lord admiral of England,

Is come to seek me on the sea."

Simon had a son, with shot of a gun—

Well Sir Andrew might it ken;—

He shot it in at a privy place,

And killed sixty more of Sir Andrew's men.

ancients, ensigns. weet, know. gear, business or affair.

Harry Hunt came in at the other side;

And at Sir Andrew he shot then;

He drove down his fore-mast tree,

And killed eighty more of Sir Andrew's men.

"I have done a good turn," says Harry Hunt;

"Sir Andrew is not our king's friend;

He hoped to have undone me yesternight,

But I hope I have quit him well in the end."

"Ever alas!" said Sir Andrew Barton,

"What should a man either think or say?

Yonder false thief is my strongest enemy,

Who was my prisoner but yesterday.

Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,

And be thou ready at my call,

And I will give thee three hundred pound,

If thou wilt let my beams down fall."

With that he swarved the main-mast tree,

So did he it with might and main;

Horsley, with a bearing arrow,

Stroke the Gordon through the brain;

And he fell into the hatches again,

And sore of this wound that he did bleede:

Then word went through Sir Andrew's men,

That the Gordon he was dead.

swarved, sawed (?).

"Come hither to me, James Hamilton,

Thou art my sister's son, I have no more;

I will give [thee] six hundred pound

If thou wilt let my beams down fall.

With that he swarved the main-mast tree,

So did he it with might and main;

Horsley, with another broad arrow,

Strake the yeoman through the brain.

That he fell down to the hatches again,

Sore of his wound that he did bleed:

Covetousness gets no gain,

It is very true, as the Welshman said.

But when he saw his sister's son slain,

Lord! in his heart he was not well:

"Go fetch me down my armour of proof,

For I will to the topcastle mysel'.

"Go fetch me down my armour of proof,

For it is gilded with gold so clear;

God be with my brother, John of Barton!

Amongst the Portingalls he did it wear.

But when he had his armour of proof,

And on his body he had it on,

Every man that looked at him,

Said, gun nor arrow he need fear none."

"Come hither, Horsley," says my lord Howard,

"And look your shaft that it go right;

Shoot a good shoot in the time of need,

And for thy shooting thou'st be made a knight."

"I'll do my best," says Horsley then,

"Your honour shall see, before I go;

If I should be hanged at your main-mast,

I have in my ship but arrows two."

[Original Size]

But at Sir Andrew he shot then,

He made sure to hit his mark;

Under the spole of his right arm

He smote Sir Andrew quite through the heart.

Yet from the tree he would not start,

But he dinged to it with might and main,

Under the collar then of his jack

He stroke Sir Andrew thorough the brain.

"Fight on, my men," says Si^ Andrew Barton,

"I am hurt, but I am not slain;

I'll lay me down and bleed awhile,

And then I'll rise and fight again.

Fight on, my men," says Sir Andrew Barton,

These English dogs they bite so low;

Fight on for Scotland and St. Andrew,

Till you hear my whistle blow."

But when they could not hear his whistle blow,

Says Harry Hunt, "I'll lay my head

You may board yonder noble ship, my lord,

For I know Sir Andrew he is dead."

With that they boarded this noble ship,

So did they it with might and main;

They found eighteen score Scots alive,

Besides the rest were maimed and slain.

My Lord Howard took a sword in his hand,

And smote off Sir Andrew's head;

The Scots stood by did weep and mourn,

But never a word durst speak or say.

He caused his body to be taken down

And over the hatchboard cast into the sea,

And about his middle three hundred crowns:

"Wheresoever thou lands, it will bury thee."

With his head they sailed into England again,

With right good will, and force and main;

And the day before new year's even

Into Thames mouth they came again.

My Lord Howard wrote to King Henry's grace,

With all the news he could him bring;

"Such a new years gift I have brought to your grace

As never did subject to any king.

"For merchandise and manhood,

The like is not to be found;

The sight of these would do you good,

For you have not the like in your English ground."

But when he heard tell that they were come

Full royally he welcomed them home:

Sir Andrew's ship was the King's new year'sgift;

A braver ship you never saw none.

Now hath our king Saint Andrew's ship,

Beset with pearls and precious stones;

Now hath England two ships of war,

Two ships of war, before but one.

"Who holp to this?" says King Henry,

"That I may reward him for his pain."

"Harry Hunt, and Peter Simon,

William Horsley, and I the same.

"Harry Hunt shall have his whistle and chain,

And all his jewels, whatsoever they be,

And other rich gifts that I will not name,

For his good service he hath done me.

Horsley, right thou'st be a knight,

Lands and livings thou shalt have store;

Howard shall be Earl of Nottingham,

And so was never Howard before.

"Now, Peter Simon, thou art old,

I will maintain thee and thy son;

Thou shalt have five hundred pound all in gold,

For the good service that thou hast done,"

Then King Henry shifted his room;

In came the queen and ladies bright,

Other errands had they none

But to see Sir Andrew Barton, knight.

But when they see his deadly face,

And his eyes were hollow in his head,

"I would give a hundred pound,"says King Henry,

"The man were alive as he is dead.

Yet for the manful part that he hath played,

Both here and beyond the sea,

His men shall have half-a-crown a day

To bring them to my brother, King Jamie."

[Original Size]