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66 SIR ANDREW BARTON.
Six hundred nobles thou hast wonne." With that he swarved the main-mast tree, ss
He swarved it with nimble art; But Horseley with a broad arrowe
Pierced the Hambilton thorough the heart.
Ind downe he fell upon the deck,
That with his blood did streame amaine: s» Then every Scott cryed, " Well-away!
Alas a comelye youth is slaine !" All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,
With griefe and rage his heart did swell; " Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe, *
For I will to the topcastle mysell.
" Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe,
That gilded is with gold soe cleare ; God be with my brother John of Barton!
Against the Portingalls hee it ware. 100
And when he had on this armour of proofe,
He was a gallant sight to see ; Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight,
My deere brother, could cope with thee."
" Come hither, Horseley," sayes my lord, 103 "And looke your shaft that itt goe right;
Shoot a good shoote in time of need, And for it thou shalt be made a knight." |
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84. pounds. MS. |
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