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208 SIR ANDREW BARTON.
For armour of proof he had on, And did not dint of arrows dread.
" Come hither, Horseley," said the lord,
" See thou thy arrows aim aright; Great means to thee I will afford,
And if thou speedst, I'll make thee knight" Sir Andrew did climb up the tree,
With right good will and all his main ; Then upon the breast hit Horsley he,
Till the arrow did return again.
Then Horsley spied a private place,
With a perfect eye, in a secret part; His arrow swiftly flew apace,
And smote Sir Andrew to the heart. " Fight on, fight on, my merry men all, axs
A little I am hurt, yet not slain ; I'll but lie down and bleed awhile,
And come and fight with you again.
"And do not," said he, " fear English rogues,
And of your foes stand not in awe, 210
But stand fast by St. Andrew's crosse,
Until you hear my whistle blow." They never heard this whistle blow,
Which made them all full sore afraid. Then Horsely said, " My Lord, aboard, 215
For now Sir Andrew Barton's dead."
Thus boarded they his gallant ship,
With right good will and all their main ; Eighteen score Scots alive in it,