He hath a pinnace, is dearly dight,
St. Andrew's cross, that is his guide;
His pinnace bears ninescore men and more,
Besides fifteen canons on every side.
"If you were twenty ships, and he but one,
Either in hatchboard or in hall,
He would overcome you every one,
And if his beams they do down fall."
"This is cold comfort," says my lord Howard,
"To welcome a stranger thus to the sea: