A glass I'll set, that may be seen, Whether you sail by day or night; And to-morrow, I swear, by nine of the clock You shall meet with Sir Andrew Barton, knight. HE merchant set my lord a glass And on the morrow, by nine of the clock, He showed him Sir Andrew Barton, knight. His hatchbord it was gilt with gold, So dearly dight it dazzled the ee: Now by my faith, lord Howard says, This is a gallant sight to see. Take in your ancients,* standards eke, As merchants use to sail the sea. *Flags. But they stirred neither top, nor mast; * What English churls are yonder, he said, Now by the rood, three years and more, With that the pinnace it shot off, Full well lord Howard might it ken; For it stroke down my lord's fore mast, Come hither, Simon, says my lord, Look that thy word be true, thou said; For at my main-mast thou shalt hang, If thou miss thy mark one shilling bread. + Portuguese. * i.e. Did not salute. Simon was old, but his heart it was bold, He put in chain full nine yards long, So well he settled it with his ee, He saw his pinnace sunk in the sea. And when he saw his pinnace sunk, Lord, how his heart with rage did swell! Now cut my ropes, it is time to be gone; I'll fetch yon pedlars back mysel'. When my lord saw Sir Andrew loose, Within his heart he was full fain: Now spread your ancients, strike up drums, Sound all your trumpets out amain. Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says, It is my lord admiral of England, Is come to seek me on the sea. *However this affair will end. Simon had a son, who shot right well, Killed threescore of his men of war. Then Henry Hunt with rigour hot Came bravely on the other side, Now, out alas! Sir Andrew cried, What may a man now think, or say? Yonder merchant thief, that pierceth me, He was my prisoner yesterday. Come hither to me, thou Gordon good, Horseley see thou be true instead ; For thou shalt at the main-mast hang, If thou miss, twelvescore, one penny bread. |