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,