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When my lord sawe Sir Andrewe from his anker loouse,
Nay, Lord! a mighty man was hee:
‘Let my drumes strike up and my trumpetes sound,
And blaise my banners vailliantlie.’
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Peter Simon’s sonne shoote of a gune;
That Sir Andrewe might very well ken;
Fore he shoott throughe his over-decke,
And kild fifttie of Sir Andrewe’s men.