46.
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!’
47.
47.2 i.e. ‘wit [ye], howsoever this affair may turn out.’
‘Fight on, my men,’ says Sir Andrew Barton,
‘Weet, howsoever this gear will sway,
It is my lord Admiral of England