They pluckt up anchor, and away did sayle,
More of a day then two or three :
But Simon espyed a ship of warre,
That sayled towards them most valorously.
O woe is me ! said the master then,
This day that ever I was borne !
For all our fish we have got to day,
Is every bit lost and forlorne.
For your French robbers on the sea,
They will not spare of us one man,