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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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SIR ANDREW BARTON
XLIX
'I have done a good turne,' sayes Henery Hunt;
' Sir Andrew is not our King's friend ; He hoped t' have undone me yesternight,
But I hope I have quit him well in the end.'
L ' Ever alas !' sayd Sir Andrew Barton,
' What sho'ld a man either thinke or say ? Yonder false thief is my strongest enemy,
Who was my prisoner but yesterday.
LI
' Come hither to me, thou Gourden good,
And be thou ready at my call, And I will give thee three hundred pound
If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.'
LII
With that hee swarm'd the main-mast tree, Soe did he it with might and maine;
But Horsley, with a bearing arrow,
Stroke the Gcurden through the braine.
LIII
And he fell into the hatches againe,
And sore of his wound that he did bleed ;
Then word went through Sir Andrew's men, How that the Gourden he was dead.
Liv ' Come hither to me, James Hamilton,
Thou'rt my sister's son, I have no more ; I will give thee six hundred pound
If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.'
swarm'd] climbed.       bearing arrow] a long arrow for distant
shooting. 692
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