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<HEAD>A True Relation of the Life and Death of Sir <HI>Andrew Barton</HI> a Pyrate and Rover on the Seas.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune, <HI>Come follow my Love,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<FIGDESC>depiction of two ships at battle in full sail.</FIGDESC>
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<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Flora</HI> with her fragrant flowers</L>
<L>bedect the earth &s;o trim and gay,</L>
<L>And <HI>Neptune</HI> with his dainty &s;howers</L>
<L>came to pre&s;ent the month of <HI>May;</HI></L>
<L>King <HI>Henry</HI> would a hunting ride,</L>
<L>over the river of <HI>Thames</HI> pa&s;t he,</L>
<L>Vnto a mountain top al&s;o</L>
<L>did walk &s;ome plea&s;ure for to &s;ee:</L>
<L>Where forty Merchants he e&s;pyed,</L>
<L>with fifty &s;ail come towards him,</L>
<L>Who then no &s;ooner were arriv'd,</L>
<L>but on their knees did thus complain:</L>
<L>An't plea&s;e your Grace, we cannot &s;ail</L>
<L>to <HI>France</HI> no voyage to be &s;ure,</L>
<L>But Sir <HI>Andrew Barton</HI> makes us quail,</L>
<L>and robs us of our marchant-ware.</L>
<L>Vext was the King, and turning him</L>
<L>&s;aid to his Lords of high degree,</L>
<L>Have I ne'r a Lord within my Realm</L>
<L>dare fetch that Traytor unto me?</L>
<L>To him reply'd <HI>Charles</HI> Lord <HI>Howard,</HI></L>
<L>I will my Liege with heart and hand,</L>
<L>If it plea&s;e you grant me leave, he &s;aid,</L>
<L>I will perform what you command.</L>
<L>To him then speak King <HI>Henry,</HI></L>
<L>I fear, my Lord, you are too young.</L>
<L>No whit at all, my Leige, quoth he;</L>
<L>I hope to prove in valour &s;trong:</L>
<L>The <HI>Scotch</HI> Knight I vow to &s;eek,</L>
<L>in what place &s;oever he be,</L>
<L>And bring a&s;hore with all his might,</L>
<L>or into <HI>Scotland</HI> he &s;hall carry me,</L>
<L>A hundred Men, the King then &s;aid,</L>
<L>out of my Realm &s;hall cho&s;en be,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides Saylers and Ship-boys,</L>
<L>to guide a great &s;hip on the Sea;</L>
<L>Bow-men and Gunners of good skill</L>
<L>&s;hall for this &s;ervice cho&s;en be,</L>
<L>And they at thy command and will</L>
<L>in all affairs &s;hall wait on thee.</L>
<L>Lord <HI>Howard</HI> call'd a Gunner then,</L>
<L>who was the be&s;t in all the Realm,</L>
<L>His age was three&s;core years and ten,</L>
<L>and <HI>Peter Simon</HI> was his name:</L>
<L>My Lord call'd then a Bow-man rare,</L>
<L>who&s;e active hands had gained fame,</L>
<L>A Gentleman born in <HI>York&s;hire,</HI></L>
<L>and <HI>William Hor&s;ely</HI> was his name:</L>
<L><HI>Hor&s;ely,</HI> quoth he, I mu&s;t to Sea</L>
<L>to &s;eek a Traytor with good &s;peed;</L>
<L>Of a hundred Bow-men brave, quoth he,</L>
<L>I have cho&s;en thee to be the Head.</L>
<L>If you, my Lord, have cho&s;en me</L>
<L>of a hundred Men to be the Head,</L>
<L>Vpon the main-ma&s;t i'll hanged be,</L>
<L>if twelve&s;core I mi&s;s one &s;hillings breadth.</L>
<L>Lord <HI>Howard</HI> then of courage bold,</L>
<L>went to the Sea with plea&s;ant chear,</L>
<L>Not curh'd with winter's piercing cold,</L>
<L>though it was the &s;tormy time of year,</L>
<L>Not long he had been on the Sea,</L>
<L>on more in days than number three,</L>
<L>But the <HI>Henry Hunt</HI> there he e&s;py'd,</L>
<L>a Merchant of <HI>New-ca&s;tle</HI> was he,</L>
<L>To him Lord <HI>Howard</HI> call'd out amain,</L>
<L>and &s;trictly charged him to &s;tand,</L>
<L>Demanding then from whence he came,</L>
<L>or where he did intend to land:</L>
<L>The Merchant then made an&s;wer &s;oon,</L>
<L>with heavy heart and careful mind,</L>
<L>My Lord, my &s;hip it doth belong</L>
<L>unto <HI>New-ca&s;tle</HI> upon <HI>Tine.</HI></L>
<L>Can&s;t thou &s;hew me, the Lord did &s;ay,</L>
<L>as thou did&s;t all by day and night,</L>
<L>A <HI>Scoti&s;h</HI> Rover on the Sea,</L>
<L>his name is <HI>Andrew Barton,</HI> Knight?</L>
<L>Then the Merchant &s;igh'd and &s;aid,</L>
<L>with grieved mind and well-away,</L>
<L>But over-well I know that Wight,</L>
<L>I was his Pri&s;oner ye&s;terday;</L>
<L>As I, thy Lord, did &s;ail from <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>a <HI>Burdeaux</HI>-voyage to take &s;o far.</L>
<L>I met with Sir <HI>Andrew Barton</HI> thence,</L>
<L>who rob'd me of my merchant-ware:</L>
<L>And mickle debts God knows I owe,</L>
<L>and every Man doth crave his own;</L>
<L>And I am bound to <HI>London</HI> now,</L>
<L>of our gracious King to beg a boon.</L>
<L>Shew me him, &s;aid Lord <HI>Howard</HI> then,</L>
<L>let me once the Villain &s;ee,</L>
<L>And e'ry penny he hath from thee tane,</L>
<L>i'll double the &s;ame with &s;hillings three.</L>
<L>Now God forbid, the Merchant &s;aid,</L>
<L>I fear your aim that you will mi&s;s:</L>
<L>God ble&s;s you from his tyranny,</L>
<L>for little you think what Man he is,</L>
<L>He is bra&s;s within and steel without,</L>
<L>his &s;hip mo&s;t huge and mighty &s;trong,</L>
<L>With eighteen pieces of ordnance</L>
<L>he carrieth on each &s;ide along,</L>
<L>With beams for his top-ca&s;tle,</L>
<L>as al&s;o being huge and high,</L>
<L>That neither <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> nor <HI>Portugal</HI></L>
<L>can Sir <HI>Andrew Barton</HI> pa&s;s by.</L>
<L>Hard news than &s;hew'&s;t, then &s;aid the Lord,</L>
<L>to welcome Stranger to the Sea:</L>
<L>But as I &s;aid i'll bring him aboard,</L>
<L>or into <HI>Scotland</HI> he &s;hall carry me.</L>
<L>The Merchant &s;aid, If you will do &s;o,</L>
<L>take coun&s;el then I pray withal,</L>
<L>Let no Man to his top-ca&s;tle go,</L>
<L>nor &s;trive to let his beams down fall:</L>
<L>Lend me &s;even pieces of ordnance then</L>
<L>of each &s;ide of my &s;hip, &s;aid he,</L>
<L>And to morrow, my Lord,</L>
<L>again I will your Honour &s;ee:</L>
<L>A gla&s;s i'll &s;et as may be &s;een,</L>
<L>whether you &s;ail by day or night;</L>
<L>And to morrow be &s;ure before &s;even</L>
<L>you &s;hall &s;ee Sir <HI>Andrew Barton,</HI> Knight,</L>
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The Merchant &s;et my Lord a gla&s;s</L>
<L>&s;o well apparent in his &s;ight,</L>
<L>That on the morrow, as his promi&s;e was,</L>
<L>he &s;aw Sir <HI>Andrew Barton,</HI> Knight.</L>
<L>The Lord then &s;wore a mighty oath,</L>
<L>Now by the Heavens that be of might,</L>
<L>By faith believe me, and by troth,</L>
<L>I think he is a worthy Knight.</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Andrew Barton</HI> &s;eeing him</L>
<L>thus &s;cornfull to pa&s;s by,</L>
<L>As though he cared not a pin</L>
<L>for him and all his Company;</L>
<L>Then called he his Men amain,</L>
<L>Fetch back yon Pedler now, quoth he,</L>
<L>And e're this way he comes again,</L>
<L>i'll t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ach him will his courte&s;ie.</L>
<L>Fetch me my lyon out of hand,</L>
<L>&s;aith the Lord, with ro&s;e &amp; &s;treamer high;</L>
<L>Set up withal a willow-wand,</L>
<L>that Merchant like I may pa&s;s by.</L>
<L>Thus bravely did Lord <HI>Howard</HI> pa&s;s,</L>
<L>and on anchor ri&s;e &s;o high,</L>
<L>No top-&s;ail at <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">a&s;t he ca&s;t,</L>
<L>but as a Foe did him defie.</L>
<L>A piece of ordnance &s;oon was &s;hot,</L>
<L>by this proud Pirate fiercely then,</L>
<L>Into Lord <HI>Howard</HI>'s middle deck,</L>
<L>which cruel &s;hot kil'd fourteen Men.</L>
<L>He called then <HI>Peter Simon,</HI> he,</L>
<L>Look how thy word do &s;tand in&s;tead,</L>
<L>For thou &s;hall be hanged on main-ma&s;t,</L>
<L>if thou mi&s;s twelve&s;core one peny breadth.</L>
<L>Then <HI>Peter Simon</HI> gave a &s;hot,</L>
<L>which did Sir <HI>Andrew</HI> mickle &s;care,</L>
<L>In at his deck it came &s;o hot</L>
<L>kill'd fifteen of his Men of war:</L>
<L>Alas, then &s;aid the Pirate stout,</L>
<L>I am in danger now I &s;ee;</L>
<L>This is &s;ome Lord, I greatly fear</L>
<L>that is &s;et on to conquer me</L>
<L>Then <HI>Henry Hunt</HI> with <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> hot</L>
<L>came bravely on the other &s;ide,</L>
<L>Who likewi&s;e &s;hot in at his deck,</L>
<L>and killed fifty of his Men be&s;ide:</L>
<L>Then out, alas, Sir <HI>Andrew</HI> cry'd,</L>
<L>What may a Man now think or &s;ay,</L>
<L>You Merchant-thief that pierceth me,</L>
<L>he was my Pri&s;oner ye&s;terday.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">hen did he on <HI>Gordian</HI> ra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">l,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">nto the top-ca&s;tle for to go,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> bid his beams he &s;hould let fall,</L>
<L>for he greatly fear'd an overthrow.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">he Lord call'd <HI>Hor&s;el<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> now in ha&s;te,</L>
<L>Look that thy word now &s;tand in&s;tead,</L>
<L>For thou &s;halt be hanged on main-ma&s;t,</L>
<L>if thou mi&s;s twelve&s;core a &s;hilling breadth.</L>
<L>Then up ma&s;t-tree &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">erved he,</L>
<L>this &s;tout and mighty <HI>Gordian,</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Hor&s;ely</HI> he mo&s;t happily</L>
<L>that him under the collar-bone:</L>
<L>Then call'd he on his Nephew then,</L>
<L>&s;aid, Si&s;ter's Sons I have no mo,</L>
<L>Three hundred pound I will give thee,</L>
<L>if thou wilt to top-ca&s;tle go.</L>
<L>Then &s;toutly he began to climb,</L>
<L>from off the ma&s;t &s;corn'd to depart.</L>
<L>But <HI>Hor&s;ely</HI> &s;oon prevented him,</L>
<L>and deadly pierc'd him to the heart.</L>
<L>His Men being &s;lain, then up amain</L>
<L>did this proud Pirate climb with &s;peed;</L>
<L>For armour of proof he had put on,</L>
<L>and did not dint of arrows dread:</L>
<L>Come hither <HI>Hor&s;ely,</HI> &s;aid the Lord,</L>
<L>&s;ee thou thy arrows aim aright,</L>
<L>Great means to thee I will afford,</L>
<L>and if thou &s;peed'&s;t i'll make the Knight:</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Andrew</HI> did climb up the tree,</L>
<L>with right good will and all his main;</L>
<L>Then upon the brea&s;t hit <HI>Hor&s;ely</HI> he,</L>
<L>till the arrow did return again:</L>
<L>Then <HI>Hor&s;ely</HI> &s;pied a private place,</L>
<L>with a perfect eye in a &s;ecret part,</L>
<L>His arrow &s;wifly flew apace,</L>
<L>and &s;mote Sir <HI>Andrew</HI> to the heart:</L>
<L>Fight on, fight on, my merry Men all,</L>
<L>a little I am hurt, yet not &s;lain,</L>
<L>I'll but lye down and bleed a while,</L>
<L>and come and fight with you again:</L>
<L>And do not, &s;aid he, fear <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Rogues,</L>
<L>and of your Foes &s;tand not in awe,</L>
<L>But &s;tand fa&s;t by St. <HI>Andrew</HI>'s cro&s;s,</L>
<L>until you hear my whi&s;tle blow.</L>
<L>They never heard his whi&s;tle blow,</L>
<L>which made them all full &s;ore afraid.</L>
<L>Then <HI>Hor&s;ely</HI> &s;aid, My Lord aboard,</L>
<L>for now Sir <HI>Andrew Barton</HI>'s dead;</L>
<L>Thus boarded they this gallant &s;hip,</L>
<L>with right good will and all their main,</L>
<L>Eighteen &s;core <HI>Scots</HI> alive in it,</L>
<L>be&s;ides as many more was &s;lain.</L>
<L>The Lord went where Sir <HI>Andrew</HI> lay,</L>
<L>and quickly thence cut off his head;</L>
<L>I &s;hould for&s;ake <HI>England</HI> many a day,</L>
<L>if thou were alive as thou art dead.</L>
<L>Thus from the wars Lord <HI>Howard</HI> came,</L>
<L>with mickle joy and triumphing;</L>
<L>The Pirate's head he brought along</L>
<L>for to pre&s;ent unto our King:</L>
<L>Who briefly then to him did &s;ay,</L>
<L>before he knew well what was done,</L>
<L>Where is the Knight and Pirate gay,</L>
<L>that I my&s;elf may give the doom.</L>
<L>You may thank God, then &s;aid the Lord,</L>
<L>and four Men in the &s;hip, quoth he,</L>
<L>That we are &s;afely come a&s;hore,</L>
<L>&s;ith you never had &s;uch an Enemy:</L>
<L>That is <HI>Henry Hunt</HI> and <HI>Peter Simon,</HI></L>
<L><HI>William Hor&s;ely</HI> and <HI>Peter</HI>'s Son;</L>
<L>Therefore reward them for their pains,</L>
<L>for they did &s;ervice at their turn.</L>
<L>To the Merchant then the King did &s;ay,</L>
<L>In lieu of what he hath from the tune,</L>
<L>I give to thee a noble a day,</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Andrew</HI>'s whi&s;tle and his chain:</L>
<L>To <HI>Peter Simon</HI> a crown a day;</L>
<L>and half a crown a day to <HI>Peter</HI>'s Son;</L>
<L>And that was for a &s;hot &s;o gay</L>
<L>which bravely brought Sir <HI>Andrew</HI> down:</L>
<L><HI>Hor&s;ely</HI> I will make the a Knight,</L>
<L>and in <HI>York&s;hire</HI> thou &s;halt dwell:</L>
<L>Lord <HI>Howard</HI> &s;hall Earl <HI>Bury</HI> hight,</L>
<L>for this title he de&s;erveth well:</L>
<L>Seven &s;hillings to our <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Men,</L>
<L>who in this fight did &s;toutly &s;tand;</L>
<L>And twelve-pence a day to the <HI>Scots,</HI> till they</L>
<L>come to my Brother King's high Land.</L>
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