Legend Land, Vol. 3 / Being a Further Collection of Some of the Old Tales Told in Those Western Parts of Britain Served by the Great Western Railway

by G. Basil Barham

“A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my King, for my merie men and me-a,

And all the churles in merie England, I’ll bring them bound to thee-a,

I’ll bring them bound to thee-a, my merie men and me.”

And Nicholl was then a Cornish man, a little beside Bohyde-a;

And he manned forth a good black bark, with fifty good oars on a side-a,

With fifty good oars on a side-a, and he dwelt beside Bohyde.

The roaring cannons then were plied, and dub-a-dub went the drum-a;

The braying trumpets loud they cried, to courage both all and some-a,

To courage both all and some-a, and dub-a-dub went the drum.

The grappling-hooks were brought at length, the brown bill and the sword-a;