The book of British ballads . to fare ;To his hachborde he clasped me, And robd me of all my merchant ware :And mickle debts, God wot, I owe, And every man will have his owne;And I am nowe to London bounde, Of our gracious king to beg a boone. That shall not need, Lord Howard sais ; Lett me but once that robber see,For every penny tane thee froe It shall be doubled shillings ; Nowe God forefend, the merchant said, That you shold seek soe far amisse !God keepe you out of that traitors hands! Full litle ye wott what a man hee is. Hee is brasse within, and Steele without, With beames on
The book of British ballads . to fare ;To his hachborde he clasped me, And robd me of all my merchant ware :And mickle debts, God wot, I owe, And every man will have his owne;And I am nowe to London bounde, Of our gracious king to beg a boone. That shall not need, Lord Howard sais ; Lett me but once that robber see,For every penny tane thee froe It shall be doubled shillings ; Nowe God forefend, the merchant said, That you shold seek soe far amisse !God keepe you out of that traitors hands! Full litle ye wott what a man hee is. Hee is brasse within, and Steele without, With beames on his topcastle stronge ;And eighteen pieces of ordinance He carries on each side along :And he hath a pinnace deerlye dight, St. Andrews crosse that is his guide ;His pinnace beareth ninescore men, And fifteen canons on each side. Were ye twentye shippes, and he but one ; I sweare by kirke, and bower, and hall;He wold overcome them everye one, If once his beames they doe downe fall. ^ F. TO. Fairholt del. T. Armstrong sc. 362. Sbir ^nUre&3 barton. This is cold comfort, sais my lord, To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea : Yet He hring him and his shipp to shore,Or to Scottland hee shall carrye mee. Then a noble gunner you must have, And he must aim well with his ee,And sinke his pinnace into the sea, Or else hee never orecome will bee :And if you chance his shipp to borde, This counsel I must give withall,Let no man to his topcastle goe To strive to let his beams downe fall. And seven pieces of ordinance, I pray your honour lend to mee,On each side of my shipp along, And I will lead you on the glasse lie sett, that may be seene, Whether you sayle by day or night;And to-morrowe, I sweare, by nine of the clocke, You shall meet with Sir Andrew Barton, knight. The merchant sett my lorde a glasse Soe well apparent in his sight,And on the morrowe, by nine of the clocke, He shewed him Sir Andrew Barton, hacheborde it was gilt with gold, Soe deerlye dight it dazzled th
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