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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Andrew Barton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The First Part<br>'When Flora with her fragrant flowers<br>Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,<br>And Neptune with his daintye showers<br>Came to present the monthe of Maye;<br>King Henrye rode to take the ayre,<br>Over the river of Thames past hee;<br>When eighty merchants of London came,<br>And downe they knelt upon their knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O yee are welcome, rich merchants,<br>Good saylors, welcome unto mee.'<br>They swore by the rood, they were saylors good,<br>But rich merchants they cold not bee.<br>'To France nor Flanders dare we pass,<br>Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare;<br>And all for a rover that lyes on the seas,<br>Who robbs us of our merchant ware.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde,<br>And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,<br>'I thought he had not beene in the world,<br>Durst have wrought England such unright.'<br>The merchants sighed, and said, 'Alas!'<br>And thus they did their answer frame;<br>'He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas,<br>And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king loot over his left shoulder,<br>And an angrye look then looked hee;<br>'Have I never a lorde in all my realme,<br>Will feitch yond traytor unto mee?'<br>'Yea, that dare I,' Lord Howard sayes;<br>If it please your grace to give me leave,<br>Myselfe wil be the only man.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou art but yong,' the kyng replyed,<br>'Yond Scott hath numbred manye a yeare.'<br>'Trust me, my liege, Ile make him quail, <br>Or before my prince I will never appeare.'<br>'Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have,<br>And chuse them over my realme so free;<br>Besides good mariners, and shipp-boyes,<br>To guide the great shipp on the sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first man that Lord Howard chose,<br>Was the ablest gunner in all the realme,<br>Thoughe he was threescore yeeres and ten;<br>Good Peter Simon was his name.<br>'Peter,' sais hee, 'I must to the sea,<br>To bring home a traytor live or dead;<br>Before all others I have chosen thee,<br>Of a hundred gunners to be the head.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you, my lord, have chosen mee<br>Of a hundred gunners to be the head,<br>Then hang me up on your mainemast tree,<br>If I misse my marke one shilling bread.'<br>My lord then chose a boweman rare,<br>Whose active hands had gained fame;<br>In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne,<br>And William Horseley was his name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Horseley,' sayd he, 'I must with speede<br>Go seeke a traytor on the sea,<br>And now of a hundred bowemen brave<br>To be the head I have chosen thee.'<br>'If you,' quoth hee, 'have chosen mee<br>Of a hundred bowemen to be the head,<br>On your main-mast Ile hanged bee,<br>If I miss twelvescore one penny bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With pikes, and gunnes, and bowemen bold,<br>This noble Howard is gone to the sea;<br>With a valyant heart and a pleasant cheare,<br>Out at Thames mouth sayled he.<br>And days he scant had sayled three,<br>Upon the 'voyage' he tooke in hand,<br>But there he mett with a noble shipp,<br>And stoutely made itt stay and stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou must tell me,' Lord Howard said,<br>'Now who thou art, and what's thy name;<br>And shewe me where thy dwelling is,<br>And whither bound, and whence thou came.'<br>'My name is Henry Hunt,' quoth hee<br>With a heavye heart, and a carefull mind;<br>'I and my shipp doe both belong<br>To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hast thou not heard, nowe, Henrye Hunt,<br>As thou hast sayled by daye and by night,<br>Of a Scottish rover on the seas;<br>Men call him Sir Andrew Barton, knight?'<br>Then ever he sighed, and sayd, 'Alas!'<br>With a grieved mind, and well away,<br>'But over-well I knowe that wight;<br>I was his prisoner yesterday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As I was sayling uppon the sea,<br>A Burdeaux voyage for to fare,<br>To his hach-borde he clasped me,<br>And robd me of all my merchant ware.<br>And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,<br>And every man will have his owne,<br>And I am nowe to London bounde,<br>Of our gracious king to beg a boone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That shall not need,' Lord Howard sais;<br>'Lett me but once that robber see,<br>For every penny tane thee froe<br>It shall be doubled shillings three.'<br>'Nowe God forefend,' the merchant said,<br>'That you shold seek soe far amisse!<br>God keepe you out of that traitors hands!<br>Full litle ye wott what a man hee is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hee is brasse within, and steele without,<br>With beames on his topcastle stronge;<br>And eighteen pieces of ordinance<br>He carries on each side along.<br>And he hath a pinnance deerlye dight,<br>St. Andrewes crosse, that is his guide;<br>His pinnace beareth ninescore men,<br>And fifteen canons on each side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Were ye twentye shippes, and he but one,<br>I sweare by kirke, and bower, and hall,<br>He wold overcome them everye one,<br>If once his beames they doe downe fall.'<br>'This is cold comfort,' sais my lord,<br>'To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea:<br>Yet Ile bring him and his shipp to shore,<br>Or to Scottland hee shall carrye mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then a noble gunner you must have,<br>And he must aim well with his ee,<br>And sinke his pinnace into the sea,<br>Or else hee never orecome will bee.<br>And if you chance his shipp to borde,<br>This counsel I must give withall,<br>Let no man to his topcastle goe<br>To strive to let his beams downe fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And seven pieces of ordinance,<br>I pray your honour lend to mee,<br>On each side of my shipp along,<br>And I will lead you on the sea.<br>A glasse Ile sett, that may be seene,<br>Whether you sayle by day or night;<br>And to-morrowe, I sweare, by nine of the clocke<br>You shall meet with Sir Andrewe Barton, knight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Second Part</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The merchant sett my lorde a glasse,<br>Soe well apparent in his sight,<br>And on the morrowe, by nine of the clocke,<br>He shewed him Sir Andrewe Barton, knight.<br>His hachebord it was 'gilt' with gold,<br>Soe deerlye dight it dazzled the ee;<br>'Nowe by my faith,' Lord Howarde sais,<br>'This is a gallant sight to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Take in your ancyents, standards eke,<br>So close that no man may them see;<br>And put me forth a white willowe wand,<br>As merchants use to sayle the sea.'<br>But they stirred neither top nor mast;<br>Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by;<br>'What English churles are yonder,' he sayd,<br>'That can soe litle curtesye?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now by the roode, three yeares and more<br>- I have been Admirall over the sea,<br>And never an English nor Portingall<br>Without my leave can passe this way.'<br>Then called he forth his stout pinnace;<br>'Fetch backe yonder pedlars nowe to mee:<br>I sweare by the masse, yon English churles<br>Shall all hang att my maine-mast tree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that the pinnace itt shott off;<br>Full well Lord Howard might it ken;<br>For itt stroke down my lord's fore mast,<br>And killed fourteen of his men.<br>'Come hither, Simon,' sayes my lord,<br>'Looke that thy word be true, thou said;<br>For at my maine-mast thou shalt hang,<br>If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold;<br>His ordinance he laid right lowe,<br>He put it in chain full nine yardes long,<br>With other great shott, lesse and moe,<br>And he lette goe his great gunnes shott;<br>Soe well he settled itt with his ee,<br>The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,<br>He see his pinnace sunke in the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he saw his pinnace sunke,<br>Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!<br>'Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon;<br>Ile fetch yon pedlars backe mysell.'<br>When my lord sawe Sir Andrew loose,<br>Within his heart hee was full faine;<br>'Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes,<br>Sound all your trumpetts out amaine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fight on, my men,' Sir Andrewe sais,<br>'Weale, howsoever this geere will sway;<br>Itt is my lord admirall of England,<br>Is come to seeke mee on the sea.'<br>Simon had a sonne, who shott right well,<br>That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare;<br>In att his decke he gave a shott,<br>Killed threescore of his men of warre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Henrye Hunt, with rigour hott,<br>Came bravely on the other side;<br>Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree,<br>And killed fourscore men beside.<br>'Nowe, out alas!' Sir Andrewe cryed,<br>'What may a man now thinke or say?<br>Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee,<br>He was my prisoner yesterday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,<br>That aye wast ready att my call;<br>I will give the three hundred markes,<br>If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.'<br>Lord Howard hee then calld in haste,<br>'Horseley see thou be true in stead;<br>For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang,<br>If thou miss twelvescore one penny bread.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Gordon swarved the main-mast tree,<br>He swarved it with might and maine;<br>But Horseley with a bearing arrowe,<br>Stroke the Gordon through the braine;<br>And he fell unto the haches again,<br>And sore his deadlye wounde did bleed:<br>Then word went through Sir Andrewes men,<br>How that the Gordon hee was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,<br>Thou art my only sisters sonne;<br>If thou wilt let my beames downe fall,<br>Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne.'<br>With that he swarved the maine-mast tree,<br>He swarved it with a nimble art;<br>But Horseley with a broad arrowe<br>Pierced the Hambilton thorough the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And downe he fell upon the deck,<br>That with his blood did streame amaine;<br>Then every Scott cryed, 'Well-away!<br>Alas a comelye youth is slaine!'<br>All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,<br>With griefe and rage his heart did swell;<br>'Go fetch me forth my amour of proofe,<br>For I will to the topcastle mysell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe;<br>That gilded is with gold soe cleare;<br>God be with my brother John of Barton!<br>Against the Portingalls hee it ware.<br>And when he had on this armour of proofe,<br>He was a gallant sight to see;<br>Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight<br>My deere brother, could cope with thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come hither, Horseley,' sayes my lord,<br>'And looke your shaft that itt goe right;<br>Shoot a good shoote in time of need,<br>And for it thou shalt be made a knight.'<br>'Ile shoot my best,' quoth Horseley then,<br>'Your honour shall see, with might and maine;<br>But if it were hanged at your mainemast,<br>I have now left but arrowes twaine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,<br>With right good will he swarved then,<br>Upon his breast did Horseley hitt,<br>But the arrow bounded back agen.<br>Then Horseley spyed a privye place,<br>With a perfect eye, in a secrette part:<br>Under the spole of his right arme<br>He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fight on, my men,' Sir Andrew sayes,<br>'A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine;<br>Ile but lye downe and bleede a while,<br>And then Ile rise and fight againe.<br>Fight on, my men,' Sir Andrew sayes,<br>'And never flinche before the foe;<br>And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse,<br>Untill you hear my whistle blowe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They never heard his whistle blow,<br>Which made their hearts waxe sore adread:<br>Then Horseley sayd, 'Abroad, my lord,<br>For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead.'<br>They boarded then his noble shipp,<br>They boarded it with might and maine;<br>Eighteen score Scots alive they found,<br>The rest were either maimed or slaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,<br>And off he smote Sir Andrewes head;<br>'I must have left England many a daye,<br>If thou wert alive as thou art dead.'<br>He caused his body to be cast<br>Over the hatchbord into the sea,<br>And about his middle three hundred crownes:<br>'Wherever thou land this will bury thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus from the warres Lord Howard came,<br>And backe he sayled ore the maine;<br>With mickle joy and triumphing <br>Into Thames mouth he came againe.<br>Lord Howard then a letter wrote,<br>And sealed it with seale and ring;<br>'Such a noble prize have I brought to Your Grace<br>As never did subject to a king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee,<br>A braver shipp was never none;<br>Nowe hath Your Grace two shipps of warr,<br>Before in England was but one.'<br>King Henryes grace with royall cheere<br>Welcomed the noble Howard home;<br>'And where,' said he, 'is this rover stout,<br>That I myselfe may give the doome?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The rover, he is safe, my liege,<br>Full many a fadom in the sea;<br>If he were alive as he is dead,<br>I must have left England many a day.<br>And Your Grace may thank four men i' the ship<br>For the victory wee have wonne;<br>These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,<br>And Peter Simon, and his sonne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To Henry Hunt,' the king then sayd,<br>'In lieu of what was from thee tane,<br>A noble a day now thou shalt have,<br>Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne.<br>And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,<br>And lands and livings shalt have store;<br>Howard shall be Erle Surrye hight,<br>As Howards erst have beene before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,<br>I will maintaine thee and thy sonne;<br>And the men shall have five hundred markes<br>For the good service they have done.'<br>Then in came the queene with ladyes fair <br>To see Sir Andrewe Barton, knight;<br>They weend that hee were brought on shore,<br>And thought to have seen a gallant sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they see his deadlye face,<br>And eyes soe hollow in his head,<br>'I wold give,' quoth the king, 'a thousand markes,<br>This man were alive as hee is dead.<br>Yett for the manfull part hee playd,<br>Which fought soe well with heart and hand,<br>His men shall have twelvepence a day,<br>Till they come to my brother kings high land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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And Neptune with his daintye showers
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