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SIH ANDREW BARTON. |
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Then Henry Hunt, with rigour hot,
Came bravely on the other side, Who likewise shot in at his deck,
And killed fifty of his men beside. Then " Out alas,". Sir Andrew cryd, ias
"What may a man now think or say 1 Yon merchant thief that pierceth me,
He was my prisoner yesterday."
Then did he on Gordion call;
Unto the top castle for to go, 170
And bid his beams he should let fall,
For he .greatly fear'd an overthrow. The lord call'd Horsely now in haste:
" Look that thy word stand in stead, For thou shall be hanged on main mast, irs
If thou miss twelve score a shilling's breadth."
Then up [the] mast tree swerved he,
This stout and mighty Gordion; But Horsely he most happily
Shot him under his collar-bone : wo
Then call'd he on his nephew then,
Said, " Sister's son, I have no mo, Three hundred pound I will give thee,
If thou will to top-castle go."
Then stoutly he began to climb, iss
From off the mast seorn'd to depart;
But Horsely soon prevented him, And deadly pierced him to the heart.
His men being slain, then up amain
Did this proud pirate climb with speed, ia> |
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