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SONGS AND BALLADS
' Peeter,' sais hee, ' I must sayle to the sea, To seeke out an enemye ; God be my speed !
Before all others I have chosen thee ; Of a hundred guners thoust be my head.'
' My lord,' sais hee, ' if you have chosen mee Of a hundred gunners to be the head,
Hange mee att your maine-mast tree
If I misse my marke past three pence bread.'
The next of all my lord he did call,
A noble bowman hee was one ; In Yorekshire was this gentleman borne,
And William Horsley was his name.
' Horsley,' sayes hee, ' I must sayle to the sea, To seeke out an enemye ; God be my speede !
Before all others I have chosen thee ;
Of a hundred bowemen thoust be my head.'
' My lord,' sais hee, ' if you have chosen mee Of a hundred bowemen to be the head,
Hang me att your mainemast tree If I misse my marke past twelve pence bread.'
With pikes, and gunnes, and bowemen bold, This noble Howard is gone to the sea
On the day before midsummer-even, And out at Thames mouth sayled they.
They had not sayled dayes three
Upon their iourney they tooke in hand,
But there they mett with a noble shipp, And stoutely made itt both stay and stand.
'Thou must tell me thy name,' sais Charles, my lord Haward,
Or who thou art, or ffrom whence thou came, Yea, and where thy dwelling is,
To whom and where thy shipp does belong.'
' My name,' sayes hee, ' is Henery Hunt, With a pure hart and a penitent mind;
I and my shipp they doe belong Unto the New-castle that stands upon Tine.' |
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