IV
‘A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king,
For my merry men and for me-a,
And all the churls in merry England,
I’le bring them all bound to thee-a.’
V
And Nichol was then a Cornish man,
A little beside Bohyde-a,
He mann’d him forth a good black barke,
With fifty good oars of a side-a.
VI
‘Run up, my boy, unto the maine top,
And look what thou canst spy-a:’
‘Who ho! who ho! a good ship I do see,
I trow it be John Dory-a.’
VII
They hoist their sailes, both top and top,
The mizzen and all was tride-a,
And every man stood to his lot,
Whatever should betide-a.
VIII
The roring cannons then were plied,
And dub-a-dub went the drum-a;
The braying trumpets loud they cried
To courage both all and some-a.