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SIK ANDREW BARTON.
67
" lie shoot my best," quoth Horseley then, 109 '■' Your honour shall see, with might and maine;
But if I were hanged at your maine-mast, I have now left but arrowes twaine."
Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,
With right good will he swarved then , Upon his breast did Horseley hitt,                       
But the arrow bounded back agen. Then Horseley spyed a privye place,
With a perfect eye, in a secrette part; Under the spole of his right arme
He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.                  120
" Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,
"A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine; He but lye downe and bleede a while,
And then He rise and fight againe. Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,                is
"And never flinche before the foe; And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse,
Untill you heare my whistle blowe."
They never heard his whistle blow,
Which made their hearts waxe sore adread : ix Then Horseley sayd, "Aboard, my lord,
For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead."
121-4. This stanza occurs also in Johnie Armsirang, vol. vi. p. 44.







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