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SIR ANDREW BARTON. |
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" Looke that thy word be true, thou said ; so For at my main-mast thou shalt hang, If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread."
Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold ;
His ordinance he laid right lowe, He put in chaine full nine yardes long, M
With other great shott, lesse and moe, And he lette goe his great gunnes shott;
Soe well he settled itt with his ee, The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,
He see his pinnace sunke in the sea. «
And when he saw his pinnace sunke,
Lord, how his heart with rage did swell! " Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon ;
He fetch yond pedlars backe mysell." When my lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose, -it
Within his heart hee was full faine; " Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes,
Sound all your trumpetts out amaine."
" Fight on, my men," Sir Andrewe sais,
" Weale, howsoever this geere will sway ; «o Itt is my lord admirall of England,
Is come to seeke mee on the sea." Simon had a sonne, who shott right well,
That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare ; In att his decke he gave a shott, m
Killed threescore of his men of warre. |
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