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THE NOBLE FISHERMAN
But Simon said, ' Doe not feare them, Neither, master, take you no care;
Give me my bent bow in my hand,
And never a Frenchman will I spare.'—
' Hold thy peace, thou long lubber,
For thou art nought but braggs and boast;
If I should cast thee over-board,
There were nothing but a lubber lost.'
Simon grew angry at these words,
And so angry then was he That he tooke his bent bow in his hand,
And to the ship-hatch goeth he.
' Master, tye me to the mast,' saith he, ' That at my mark I may stand fair,
And give me my bended bow in my hand, And never a Frenchman will I spare.'
He drew his arrow to the very head, And drew it with all might and maine,
And straightway, in the twinkling of an eye, To the Frenchman's heart the arrow did gain.
The Frenchman fell downe on the ship-hatch, And under the hatches down below ;
Another Frenchman that him espy'd
The dead corps into the sea doth throw.