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SIK ANDREW BAKTON. |
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" If you, my lord, have chosen mee
Of a hundred gunners to be the head, «
Then hang me up on your maine-mast tree,
If I misse my marke one shilling bread." My lord then chose a boweman rare,
Whose active hands had gained fame; In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne, »
And William Horseley was his name.
" Horsley," sayd he, " I must with speede
Go seeke a traytor on the sea, And now of a hundred bowemen brave
To be the head I have chosen thee." «>
" If you," quoth hee, " have chosen mee
Of a hundred bowemen to be the head, On your main-mast He hanged bee,
If I miss twelvescore one penny bread."
With pikes, and gunnes, and bowemen bold, ««
This noble Howard is gone to the sea; With a valyant heart and a pleasant cheare,
Out at Thames mouth sayled he. And days he scant had sayled three,
Upon the journey he tooke in hand, »
But there he mett with a noble shipp,
And stoutely made itt stay and stand.
" Thou must tell me," Lord Howard said, " Now who thou art, and what's thy name; 54. from the printed copy. |
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