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SIR ANDREW BARTON. 203
His age was threescore years and ten,
And Peter Simon was his name. My lord call'd then a bow-man rare, 45
Whose active hands had gained fame A gentleman born in Yorkshire,
And William Horsely was his name.
" Horsely!" quoth he, " I must to sea,
To seek a traytor, with good speed: so
Of a hundred bow-men brave," quoth he,
" I have chosen thee to be the head." " If you, my lord, have chosen me
Of a hundred men to be the head, Upon the mainmast I'll hanged be, w
If twelve-score I miss one shilling's breadth."
Lord Howard then of courage bold,
Went to the sea with pleasant cheer, Not curbed with winter's piercing cold,
Tho' it was the stormy time of year. 00
Not long had he been on sea,
More in days than number three, But one Henry Hunt then he espy'd,
A merchant of Newcastle was he.
To him Lord Howard call'd out amain, 65
And strictly charged him to stand; Demanding then from whence he came,
Or where he did intend to land. The merchant then made answer soon,
With heavy heart and careful mind, 70
" My lord, my ship it doth belong
" Unto New-castle upon Tine."