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,