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SIR ANDREW BARTON
The King looket over his left shoulder,
Amongst his lords and barrons so free: ' Have I never a lord in all my realme
Will fetch yond traitor unto me ?'
' Yes, that dare I! ' says my lord Charles Howard,
Neere to the King wheras he did stand; ' If that Your Grace will give me leave,
My self will perform what you command.'
' Thou shalt have six hundred men,' saith our King, ' And chuse them out of my realme so free;
[Moreover] mariners and ship boyes, To guide the great ship on the sea.'
x ' I'legoe speake with Sir Andrew,' says my Lord Howard ;
' Upon the sea, if he be there ; I will bring him and his ship to shore,
Or before my prince I will ne'er come neere.'
The first of all my Lord did call,
A noble gunner he was one; This man was three score yeares and ten,
And Peter Simon was his name.
' Peter,' says he, ' I must sayle to the sea, To seek out an enemy; God be my speed !
Before all others I have chosen thee;
Of a hundred gunners thou'st be my head.'