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332 THE HOBLE FISHERMAN.
They pluckt up anchor, and away did sayle,
More of a day then two or three: But Simon espyed a ship of warre,
That sayled towards them most valorously. so
u O woe is me!" said the master then,
" This day that ever I was borne I For all our fish we have got to-day
Is every bit lost and forlorne.
" For your French robbers on the sea, a
They will not spare of us one man,
But carry us to the coast of France, And ligge us in the prison strong."
But Simon said, " Doe not feare them,
Neither, master, take you no care ; ro
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 brags and boast;
If I should cast thee over-board, ?s
There's but a simple lubber lost."
Simon grew angry at these words,
And so angry then was he, That he took his bent bow in his hand,
And in the ship-hatch goe doth he. . so