Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" Master, tye me to the mast," saith he, " That at my mark I may stand fair,
And give me my bent bow in my hand, And never a Frenchman will I spare."
He drew his arrow to the very head,                       
And drewe it with all his might and maine,
And straightway, in tha twinkling of an eye, Doth the Frenchmans heart the arrow gain.
The Frenchman fell down on the ship hatch, And under the hatches there below;                    so
Another Frenchman, that him espy'd, The dead corpse into the sea doth throw.
" 0 master, loose me from the mast," he said, " And for them all take you no care;
For give me my bent bow in my hand,                   as
And never a Frenchman will I spare."
Then streight [they] boarded the French ship, They Iyeing all dead in their sight;
They found within that ship of warre
Twelve thousand pound of mony bright. wo
" The one halfe of the ship," said Simon then, " Tie give to my dame and children small;
The other halfe of the ship I'le bestow On you that are my fellowes all."