The book of British ballads . &tr Entire to 33arton. O yee are welcome, rich merchants; Good saylors, welcome unto swore by the rood, they were saylors good, But rich merchants they cold not bee : To France nor Flanders dare we pass : Nor Bourdeaux voyage dare we fare;And all for a rover that lyes on the seas, Who robbs us of our merchant ware. King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde, And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might, I thought he had not beene in the world, Durst have wrought England such merchants sighed, and said, Alas ! And thus they did their answer f
The book of British ballads . &tr Entire to 33arton. O yee are welcome, rich merchants; Good saylors, welcome unto swore by the rood, they were saylors good, But rich merchants they cold not bee : To France nor Flanders dare we pass : Nor Bourdeaux voyage dare we fare;And all for a rover that lyes on the seas, Who robbs us of our merchant ware. King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde, And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might, I thought he had not beene in the world, Durst have wrought England such merchants sighed, and said, Alas ! And thus they did their answer frame, He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas, And Sir Andrew Barton is his name. The king lookt over his left shoulder, And an angrye look then looked hee : Have I never a lorde in all my realm e, Will feitch yond traytor unto mee ? Yea, that dare I; Lord Howard sayes ; Yea, that dare I with heart and hand ;If it please you grace to give me leave, Myselfe wil be the only man. Thou art but yong ; the kyng replyed : Yo
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