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SIR ANDREW BARTON
XLIII
With that he let his gun-shot go;
So well he settled it with his e'e, The first sight that Sir Andrew saw,
He saw his pinnace sunk in the sea.
XLIV
When Sir Andrew saw his pinnace sunk, Lord! in his heart he was not well!
' Cut my ropes ! it is time to be gone ! I'le goe fetch yond pedlars back mysell! '
XLV
When my Lord Howard saw Sir Andrew loose.
Lord ! in his heart that he was faine! ' Strike on your drums ! spread out your ancients I
Sound out your trumpets ! sound out amain ! '
XLVI
' Fight on, my men !' says Sir Andrew Barton ;
' Weate, howsoever this geare will sway, It is my Lord Admiral of England
Is come to seek me on the sea.'
XLVII
Simon had a sone ; with shot of a gun—
Well Sir Andrew might it ken— He shot it in at the middle deck,
And killed sixty more of Sir Andrew's men.
XLVIII
[Bold] Hunt came in at the other side,
And at Sir Andrew he shot then ; He drove down his fore-mast tree,
And kill'd eighty more of Sir Andrew's men.
Weate] wit ye, know.        geare] business, fighting.        swa
, turn out.
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