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167. Sir Andrew Barton

No. 167: Sir Andrew Barton

[Most musicologists, led by Phillips Barry, agree that from Sir Andrew Barton, ballad 250 Henry Martin, descended. The Roud Index, for one, lumps them both together. According to Coffin:

Barry, Brit Bids Me, 253ff., argues that they are the same song. He bases his claim on the older American texts and points out that the Child Henry Martyn stories are all fragments of the Andrew Barton tale which leave the chase and the capture out. Any ballad that has a chase and capture is Sir Andrew Barton.

US & Canadian versions of 250 Henry Martin are sometimes titled 'Andrew Barton' or similarly 'Andrew Bodee' (see Child D). Because there is no "chase and capture," the US or Canadian versions are shortened versions of 'Andrew Barton' and I've put them under 250. Henry Martin, a ballad that Child says "must have sprung from the ashes of 'Andrew Barton.' "

I've added a version, my C, from Additions and Corrections: 'The Sonnge of Sir Andraye Barton, Knight,' English Miscellanies

R. Matteson 2012]

CONTENTS:

1. Child's Narrative
2. Footnotes (Found at the end of Child's Narrative)
3. Brief (Kittredge)
4. Child's Ballad Texts A- B a (Changes for B b- B h given in Endnotes; the B h text was written out in full in Additions and Corrections. There is an additional ballad text, 'The Sonnge of Sir Andraye Barton, Knight,' in "Additions and Corrections" which was not lettered.)
5. Endnotes
6. Additions and Corrections

ATTACHED PAGES (see left hand column):

1. Recordings & Info: 167. Sir Andrew Barton
A. Roud 192 & 104: Barton/Martyn (284 Listings) [Both Child 167 and 250 are combined]

2. Sheet Music: 167. Sir Andrew Barton (Bronson's music examples and texts)

3. US & Canadian Versions

4. English and Other Versions (Including Child versions A-B with additional notes)]

Child's Narrative: 167. Sir Andrew Barton

A. 'Sir Andrew Bartton,' Percy Manuscript p. 490; Hales and Furnivall, III, 399.

B. 'The Life and Death of Sir Andrew Barton,' etc.
   a. Douce Ballads, I, 18 b.
   b. Pepys Ballads, 1, 484, No 249.
   c. Wood Ballads, 401, 55.
   d. Roxburghe Ballads, I, 2; reprinted by the Ballad Society, I, 10.
   e. Bagford Ballads, 643, m. 9. (61).
   f. Bagford Ballads, 643, m. 10 (77).
   g. Wood Ballads, 402, 37.
   h. 'Sir Andrew Barton,' Glenriddell Manuscripts, XI, 20.

[C] 'The Sonnge of Sir Andraye Barton, Knight,' English Miscellanies, edited by James Raine, Surtees Society, vol. lxxxv, p. 64, 1890; from a Manuscript in a hand of the sixteenth century now in York Minster Library.

Given in Old Ballads, 1723, I, 159; in Percy's Reliques, 1765, II, 177, a copy made up from the Folio Manuscript and B b, with editorial emendations; Ritson's Select Collection of English Songs, 1788, I, 313. B f is reprinted by Halliwell, Early Naval Ballads, Percy Society, vol. ii, p. 4, 1841; by Moore, Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry, p. 256, 1853. There is a Bow-Churchyard copy, of no value, in the Roxburghe collection, III, 726, 727, dated in the Museum catalogue 1710.

A collation of A and B will show how ballads were retrenched and marred in the process of preparing them for the vulgar press. ^[1] B a g clearly lack two stanzas after 11 (12, 13, of A). This omission is perhaps to be attributed to careless printing rather than to reckless cutting down, for the stanzas wanted are found in h. h is a transcript, apparently from recitation or dictation, of a Scottish broadside. It has but fifty-six stanzas, against the sixty-four of B a and the eighty-two of A, and is extremely corrupted. Besides the two stanzas not found in the English broadside, it has one more, after 50, which is perhaps borrowed from 'Adam Bell':

'Foul fa the hands,' says Horsley then,
'This day that did that coat put on;
For had it been as thin as mine,
Thy last days had been at an end.'^[2]

A has a regrettable gap after 35, and is corrupted at 29^{2 [3]} , 47².

In the year 1476 a Portuguese squadron seized a richly loaded ship commanded by John Barton, in consequence of which letters of reprisal were granted to Andrew, Robert, and John Barton, sons of John, and these letters were renewed in 1506, "as no opportunity had occurred of effectuating a retaliation;" that is to say, as the Scots, up to the later date, had not been supplied with the proper vessels. The king of Portugal remonstrated against reprisals for so old an offence, but he had put himself in the wrong four years before by refusing to deal with a herald sent by the Scottish king for the arrangement of the matter in dispute. It is probable that there was justice on the Scottish side, "yet there is some reason to believe that the Bartons abused the royal favor, and the distance and impunity of the sea, to convert this retaliation into a kind of piracy against the Portuguese trade, at that time, by the discoveries and acquisitions in India, rendered the richest in the world." All three of the brothers were men of note in the naval history of Scotland. Andrew is called Sir Andrew, perhaps, in imitation of Sir Andrew Wood; but his brother attained to be called Sir Robert.^[4]

We may now hear what the writers who are nearest to the time have to say of the subject-matter of our ballad.

Hall's Chronicle, 1548. In June [1511], the king being at Leicester, tidings were brought to him that Andrew Barton, a Scottish man and a pirate of the sea, saying that the king of Scots had war with the Portingales, did rob every nation, and so stopped the king's streams that no merchants almost could pass, and when he took the Englishmen's goods, he said they were Portingales' goods, and thus he haunted and robbed at every haven's mouth. The king, moved greatly with this crafty pirate, sent Sir Edmund Howard, Lord Admiral of England,^[5]and Lord Thomas Howard, son and heir to the Earl of Surrey, in all the haste to the sea, which hastily made ready two ships, and without any more abode took the sea, and by chance of weather were severed. The Lord Howard, lying in the Downs, perceived where Andrew was making toward Scotland, and so fast the said lord chased him that he overtook him, and there was a sore battle. The Englishmen were fierce, and the Scots defended them manfully, and ever Andrew blew his whistle to encourage his men, yet for all that, the Lord Howard and his men, by clean strength, entered the main deck; then the Englishmen entered on all sides, and the Scots fought sore on the hatches, but in conclusion Andrew was taken, which was so sore wounded that he died there; then all the remnant of the Scots were taken, with their ship, called The Lion. All this while was the Lord Admiral in chase of the bark of Scotland called Jenny Pirwyn, which was wont to sail with The Lion in company, and so much did he with other that he laid him on board and fiercely assailed him, and the Scots, as hardy and well stomached men, them defended; but the Lord Admiral so encouraged his men that they entered the bark and slew many, and took all the other. Then were these two ships taken, and brought to Blackwall the second day of August, and all the Scots were sent to the Bishop's place of York, and there remained, at the king's charge, till other direction was taken for them. [They were released upon their owning that they deserved death for piracy, and appealing to the king's mercy, says Hall.] The king of Scots, hearing of the death of Andrew of Barton and taking of his two ships, was wonderful wroth, and sent letters to the king requiring restitution according to the league and amity. The king wrote with brotherly salutations to the king of Scots of the robberies and evil doings of Andrew Barton, and that it became not one prince to lay a breach of a league to another prince in doing justice upon a pirate or thief, and that all the other Scots that were taken had deserved to die by justice if he had not extended his mercy. (Ed. of 1809, p. 525.)

Buchanan, about twenty years later, writes to this effect. Andrew Breton^[6] was a Scots trader whose father had been cruelly put to death by the Portuguese, after they had plundered his ship. This outrage was committed within the dominion of Flanders, and the Flemish admiralty, upon suit of the son, gave judgment against the Portuguese; but the offending parties would not pay the indemnity, nor would their king compel them, though the king of Scots sent a herald to make the demand. The Scot procured from his master a letter of marque, to warrant him against charges of piracy and freebooting while prosecuting open war against the Portuguese for their violation of the law of nations, and in the course of a few months inflicted great loss on them. Portuguese envoys went to the English king and told him that this Andrew was a man of such courage and enterprise as would make him a dangerous enemy in the war then impending with the French, and that he could now be conveniently cut off, under cover of piracy, to the advantage of English subjects and the gratification of a friendly sovereign. Henry was easily persuaded, and dispatched his admiral, Thomas Howard,^[7] with two of the strongest ships of the royal navy, to lie in wait at the Downs for Andrew, then on his way home from Flanders. They soon had sight of the Scot, in a small vessel, with a still smaller in company. Howard attacked Andrew's ship, but, though the superior in all respects, was barely able to take it after the master and most of his men had been killed. The Scots captain, though several times wounded and with one leg broken by a cannon-ball, seized a drum and beat a charge to inspirit his men to fight until breath and life failed. The smaller ship was surrendered with less resistance, and the survivors of both vessels, by begging their lives of the king (as they were instructed to do by the English), obtained a discharge without punishment. The Scottish king made formal complaint of this breach of peace, but the answer was ready: the killing of pirates broke no leagues and furnished no decent ground for war. (Rer. Scot. Historia, 1582, fol. 149 b, 150.)

Bishop Lesley, writing at about the same time as Buchanan, openly accuses the English of fraud. "In the month of June," he says, "Andrew Barton, being on the sea in warfare contrar the Portingals, against whom he had a letter of mark, Sir Edmund Howard, Lord Admiral of England, and Lord Thomas Howard, son and heir to the Earl of Surrey, past forth at the king of England's command, with certain of his best ships; and the said Andrew, being in his voyage sailing toward Scotland, having only but one ship and a bark, they set upon at the Downs, and at the first entry did make sign unto them that there was friendship standing betwix the two realms, and therefore thought them to be friends; wherewith they, nothing moved, did cruelly invade, and he manfully and courageously defended, where there was many slain, and Andrew himself sore wounded, that he died shortly; and his ship, called The Lion, and the bark, called Jenny Pirrvyne, which, with the Scots men that was living, were had to London, and kept there as prisoners in the Bishop of Yorks house, and after was sent home in Scotland. When that the knowledge hereof came to the king, he sent incontinent a herald to the king of England, with letters requiring dress for the slaughter of Andrew Barton, with the ships to be rendered again; otherwise it might be an occasion to break the league and peace contracted between them. To the which it was answered by the king of England that the slaughter being a pirate, as he alleged, should be no break to the peace; yet not the less he should cause commissioners meet upon the borders, where they should treat upon that and all other enormities betwix the two realms."^[8] (History of Scotland, Edinburgh, 1830, p. 82 f.)

The ballad displaces Sir Thomas and Sir Edward Howard, and puts in their place Lord Charles Howard, who was not born till twenty-five years after the fight. Lord Charles Howard, son of William, a younger half-brother of Thomas and Edward, was, in his time, like them, Lord High Admiral, and had the honor of commanding the fleet which served against the Armada. He was created Earl of Nottingham in 1596, and this circumstance, adopted into A 78,^[9] puts this excellent ballad later than one would have said, unless, as is quite possible, the name of the English commander has been changed. There is but one ship in the ballad, as there is but a single captain, but Henry Hunt makes up for the other when we come to the engagement. The dates are much deranged in A. The merchants make their complaint at midsummer, the summer solstice (in May, B 1), and here there is agreement with Hall and Lesley. The English ship sails the day before midsummer-even, A 17; the fight occurs not more than four days after (A 18, 33, 34; B 16, 31); four days is a large allowance for returning, but the ship sails into Thames mouth on the day before New Year's even, A 71, 72, 74.^[10] In B the English do not sail till winter, and although the interval from May is long for fitting out a ship, inconsistency is avoided. According to Hall, the English ships brought in their prizes August 2d.

A. King Henry Eighth, having been informed by eighty London merchants that navigation is stopped by a Scot who would rob them were they twenty ships to his one, asks if there is never a lord who will fetch him that traitor, and Lord Charles Howard volunteers for the service, he to be the only man. The king offers him six hundred fighting men, his choice of all the realm. Howard engages two noble marksmen, Peter Simon to be the head of a hundred gunners, and William Horsley to be the head of a hundred bowmen, and sails, resolved to bring in Sir Andrew and his ship, or never again come near his prince. On the third day he falls in with a fine ship commanded by Henry Hunt, and asks whether they have heard of Barton. Henry Hunt had been Barton's prisoner the day before, and can give the best intelligence and advice. Barton is a terrible fellow; his ship is brass within and steel without; and although there is a deficiency at A 36, there is enough to show that it was not less magnificent than strong, 36², 75². He has a pinnace of thirty guns, and the voluble and not too coherent Hunt makes it a main point to sink this pinnace first. But above all, Barton carries beams in his topcastle, and with these, if he can drop them, his own ship is a match for twenty;^[11] therefore, let no man go to his topcastle. Hunt borrows some guns from Lord Howard, trusting to be forgiven for breaking the oath upon which he had been released by his captor the day before, and sets a 'glass' (lantern?) to guide Howard's ship to Barton's, which they see the next day. Barton is lying at anchor, 45³, 46¹; the English ship, feigning to be a merchantman, passes him without striking topsails or topmast, 'stirring neither top nor mast.' Sir Andrew has been admiral on the sea for more than three years, and no Englishman or Portingal passes without his leave: he orders his pinnace to bring the pedlars back; they shall hang at his main-mast tree. The pinnace fires on Lord Howard and brings down his foremast and fifteen of his men, but Simon sinks the pinnace with one discharge, which, to be sure, includes nine yards of chain besides other great shot, less and more. Sir Andrew cuts his ropes to go for the pedlar himself. Lord Howard throws off disguise, sounds drums and trumpets, and spreads his ensign. Simon's son shoots and kills sixty; the perjured Henry Hunt comes in on the other side, brings down the foremast, and kills eighty. One wonders that Barton's guns do not reply; in fact he never fires a shot; but then he has that wonderful apparatus of the beams, which, whether mechanically perfect or not, is worked well by the poet, for not many better passages are met with in ballad poetry than that which tells of the three gallant attempts on the main-mast tree, 52-66. Sir Andrew had not taken the English archery into his reckoning. Gordon, the first man to mount, is struck through the brain; so is James Hamilton, Barton's sister's son. Sir Andrew dons his armor of proof and goes up himself. Horsley hits him under his arm; Barton will not loose his hold, but a second mortal wound forces him to come down. He calls on his men to fight on: he will lie and bleed awhile, and then rise and fight again; "fight on for Scotland and St. Andrew, while you hear my whistle blow!" Soon the whistle is mute, and they know that Barton is dead; the English board; Howard strikes off Sir Andrew's head, while the Scots stand by weeping, and throws the body over the side, with three hundred crowns about the middle to secure it a burial. So Jon Rimaardsson binds three bags about his body when he jumps into the sea, saying, He shall not die poor that will bury my body: Danske Viser, II, 225, st. 30. Lord Howard sails back to England, and is royally welcomed. England before had but one ship of war, and Sir Andrew's made the second, says the ballad, but therein seems to be less than historically accurate: see Southey's Lives of the British Admirals, 1833, II, 171, note. Hunt, Horsley, and Simon are generously rewarded, and Howard is made Earl of Nottingham. When King Henry sees Barton's ghastly head, he exclaims that he would give a hundred pounds if the man were alive as he is dead: ambiguous words, which one would prefer not to interpret by the later version of the ballad, in which Henry is eager himself to give the doom, B 58; nor need we, for in the concluding stanza the king, in recognition of the manful part that he hath played, both here and beyond the sea, says that each of Barton's men shall have half a crown a day to take them home.

The variations of B, as to the story, are of slight importance. There is no pinnace in B. Horsley's shots are somewhat better arranged: Gordon is shot under the collar-bone, the nephew through the heart; the first arrow rebounds from Barton's armor, the second smites him to the heart. 'Until you hear my whistle blow,' in 53⁴, is a misconception, coming from not understanding that till (as in A 66⁴) may mean while.

The copy in Percy's Reliques is translated by Von Marées, p. 88

Footnotes:

1. B begins vilely, but does not go on so ill. The forty merchants coming 'with fifty sail' to King Henry on a mountain top, 3^1,2, requires to be taken indulgently

2. 'God's curse on his hartt,' saide William,
'Thys day thy cote dyd on;
If it had ben no better then myne,
It had gone nere thy bone.'

(Vol. iii, 23, st. 27.)

3. An anproach to sense may be had by reading 'either in hach-bord or in hull,' that is, by striking with his beam either the side or the body of the vessel; but I do not think so well of this change as to venture it.

The letters granted to the Bartons authorized them to seize all Portuguese ships till repaid 12,000 ducats of Portugal. Pinkerton, whose excellent account, everywhere justified by documents, I have been indebted to above, remarks: "The justice of letters of reprisal after an interval of thirty years may be much doubted. At any rate, one prize was sufficient for the injury, and the continuance of their captures, and the repeated demands of our kings, even so late as 1540, cannot be vindicated. Nay, these reprisals on Portugal were found so lucrative that, in 1543, Arran, the regent, gave similar letters to John Barton, grandson of the first John. In 1563 Mary formally revoked the letters of marque to the Bartons, because they had been abused into piracy." Pinkerton's History of Scotland, II, 60 f, 70.

4. Robert was skipper of the Great Michael, a ship two hundred and forty feet long, with sides ten feet thick, and said to be larger and stronger than any vessel in the navy of England or of France.

5. A mistake of Edmund for Edward and an anticipation. Sir Edward Howard was not made admiral till the next year. Edmund was his younger brother. Lesley has Edmund again; Stowe has Edward.

6. Britanus. "Breton, whom our chroniclers call Barton," says Lord Herbert of Cherbury, Life of Henry VIII, 1649, p. 15.

7. Another anticipation. Sir Thomas Howard became admiral only after his brother Edward's death, in 1513. The expedition of the Howards against Barton appears to have been a private one, though with the consent of the king.

8. The commissioners met, and "the wrongs done unto Scotland many ways, specially of the slaughter of Andrew Barton and taking of his ships, were conferred," but the commissioners of England would not consent to make any redress or restitution till after a certain date when they expected to know the issue of their king's invasion of France. Hereupon a herald was sent to King Henry in France, with a letter from King James, rehearsing the great wrongs and unkindnesses done to himself and his lieges, and among these the slaughter of Andrew Barton by Henry's own command, though he had done no offence to him or his lieges; and no satisfaction being obtained, the herald, according to his instructions, "denounced war to the king of England," August, 1513. (Lesley, pp. 87-91.)

9. B 63³, "Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight." Admiral Thomas Howard, for his good service at Flodden and elsewhere, was created Earl of Surrey in 1514. Bury is, one would suppose, a corruption of Surrey, and if so, Surrey may have been the reading of earlier copies, and perhaps Thomas again, instead of Charles.

10. By reading midwinter in A 17³ this difficulty would be removed.

11. These beams, Henry Hunt intimates in 32, would be dangerous to boarders, which is conceivable should they chance to hit the right heads; but they are evidently meant to be dropped on the adversary's vessel, and this by a process which is not distinctly described, and was, I fear, not perfectly grasped by the minstrel. The veriest landsman must think that a magazine of heavy timbers stowed in either castle (there is an upper and a lower in the pictures of Henry VII's Great Harry and of Henry VIII's Grace de Dieu, and the lower is well up the mast) would not be favorable to sailing; but this is a minor difficulty. Stones and fire-bulls were sometimes thrown from the topcastle, which, properly, should he a stage at the very tip of the mast, as we find it in old prints: see Nicolas's History of the Royal Navy, II, 170. Stones and iron bars thrown from the high decks of Spanish ships did much harm to the English in a fight in 1372: Froissart, Buchon, V, 276. An intelligible way of operating the ancient "dolphins," heavy masses of metal dropped from the end of a yard, is suggested in Graser, De veterum re navali, 1864, p. 82 f.

Brief Description by George Lyman Kittredge

Andrew Barton had letters of reprisal from the king of Scotland against the Portuguese in consequence of the seizure of a ship commanded by his father. There is some reason to believe that he abused this privilege, and in 1511 Sir Thomas and Sir Edward Howard, with the consent of Henry VIII, set out with two ships against him. There was a hard fight. Barton was killed, and his ship, The Lion, was captured. The king of Scotland demanded redress, which was refused on the ground that Barton was a pirate.

A version of this ballad from a sixteenth century manuscript in York Minster Library is much like A. Some of the more interesting variations are given in the Notes. B is a broadside version, and is here omitted.

Child's Ballad Texts

'Sir Andrew Bartton'- Version A; Child 167 Sir Andrew Bartin
Percy Manuscript, p. 490; Hales and Furnivall, III, 399.

1    As itt beffell in m[i]dsumer-time,
When burds singe sweetlye on euery tree,
Our noble king, King Henery the Eighth,
Ouer the riuer of Thames past hee.

2    Hee was no sooner ouer the riuer,
Downe in a forrest to take the ayre,
But eighty merchants of London cittye
Came kneeling before King Henery there.

3    'O yee are welcome, rich merchants,
[Good saylers, welcome unto me!']
They swore by the rood the were saylers good,
But rich merchants they cold not bee.

4    'To Ffrance nor Fflanders dare we nott passe,
Nor Burdeaux voyage wee dare not fare,
And all for a false robber that lyes on the seas,
And robb[s] vs of our merchants-ware.'

5    King Henery was stout, and he turned him about,
And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,
'I thought he had not beene in the world throughout
That durst haue wrought England such vnright.'

6    But euer they sighed, and said, alas!
Vnto King Harry this answere againe:
'He is a proud Scott that will robb vs all
If wee were twenty shipps and hee but one.'

7    The king looket ouer his left shoulder,
Amongst his lords and barrons soe free:
'Haue I neuer lord in all my realme
Will feitch yond traitor vnto mee?'

8    'Yes, that dare I!' sayes my lord Chareles Howard,
Neere to the king wheras hee did stand;
'If that Your Grace will giue me leaue,
My selfe wilbe the only man.'

9    'Thou shalt haue six hundred men,' saith our king,
'And chuse them out of my realme soe free;
Besids marriners and boyes,
To guide the great shipp on the sea.'

10    'I'le goe speake with Sir Andrew,' sais Charles, my lord Haward
'Vpon the sea, if hee be there;
I will bring him and his shipp to shore,
Or before my prince I will neuer come neere.'

11    The first of all my lord did call,
A noble gunner hee was one;
This man was three score yeeres and ten,
And Peeter Simon was his name.

12    'Peeter,' sais hee, 'I must sayle to the sea,
To seeke out an enemye; God be my speed!'
Before all others I haue chosen thee;
Of a hundred guners thoust be my head.'

13    'My lord,' sais hee, 'if you haue chosen mee
Of a hundred gunners to be the head,
Hange me att your maine-mast tree
If I misse my marke past three pence bread.'

14    The next of all my lord he did call,
A noble bowman hee was one;
In Yorekeshire was this gentleman borne,
And William Horsley was his name.

15    'Horsley,' sayes hee, 'I must sayle to the sea,
To seeke out an enemye; God be my speede!
Before all others I haue chosen thee;
Of a hundred bowemen thoust be my head.'

16    'My lord,' sais hee, 'if you haue chosen mee
Of a hundred bowemen to be the head,
Hang me att your mainemast-tree
If I misse my marke past twelue pence bread.'

17    With pikes, and gunnes, and bowemen bold,
This noble Howard is gone to the sea
On the day before midsummer-euen,
And out att Thames mouth sayled they.

18    They had not sayled dayes three
Vpon their iourney they tooke in hand,
But there they mett with a noble shipp,
And stoutely made itt both stay and stand.

19    ou must tell me thy name,' sais Charles, my lord Haward,
'Or who thou art, or from whence thou came,
Yea, and where thy dwelling is,
To whom and where thy shipp does belong.'

20    'My name,' sayes hee, 'is Henery Hunt,
With a pure hart and a penitent mind;
I and my shipp they doe belong
Vnto the New-castle that stands vpon Tine.'

21    'Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt,
As thou hast sayled by day and by night,
Hast thou not heard of a stout robber?
Men calls him Sir Andrew Bartton, knight.'

22    But euer he sighed, and sayd, Alas!
Ffull well, my lord, I know that wight;
He robd me of my merchants ware,
And I was his prisoner but yesternight.

23    As I was sayling vppon the sea,
And [a] Burdeaux voyage as I did fare,
He clasped me to his archborde,
And robd me of all my merchants-ware.

24    And I am a man both poore and bare,
And euery man will haue his owne of me,
And I am bound towards London to fare,
To complaine to my prince Henerye.

25    'That shall not need,' sais my lord Haward;
'If thou canst lett me this robber see,
Ffor euery peny he hath taken thee froe,
Thou shalt be rewarded a shilling,' quoth hee.

26    'Now God forefend,' saies Henery Hunt,
'My lord, you shold worke soe farr amisse!
God keepe you out of that traitors hands!
For you wott full litle what a man hee is.

27    'Hee is brasse within, and steele without,
And beames hee beares in his topcastle stronge;
His shipp hath ordinance cleane round about;
Besids, my lord, hee is verry well mand.

28    'He hath a pinnace, is deerlye dight,
Saint Andrews crosse, that is his guide;
His pinnace beares nine score men and more,
Besids fifteen cannons on euery side.

29    'If you were twenty shippes, and he but one,
Either in archbord or in hall,
He wold ouercome you euerye one,
And if his beames they doe downe fall.'

30    'This is cold comfort,' sais my Lord Haward,
'To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea;
I'le bring him and his shipp to shore,
Or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee.'

31    'Then you must gett a noble gunner, my lord,
That can sett well with his eye,
And sinke his pinnace into the sea,
And soone then ouercome will hee bee.

32    'And when that you haue done this,
If you chance Sir Andrew for to bord,
Lett no man to his topcastle goe;
And I will giue you a glasse, my lord,

33    'And then you need to feare no Scott,
Whether you sayle by day or by night;
And to-morrow, by seuen of the clocke,
You shall meete with Sir Andrew Bartton, knight.

34    'I was his prisoner but yester night,
And he hath taken mee sworne,' quoth hee;
'I trust my L[ord] God will me forgiue
And if that oath then broken bee.

35    'You must lend me sixe peeces, my lord,' quoth hee,
'Into my shipp, to sayle the sea,
And to-morrow, by nine of the clocke,
Your Honour againe then will I see.'
* * * * *

36    And the hache-bord where Sir Andrew lay
Is hached with gold deerlye dight:
'Now by my faith,' sais Charles, my lord Haward,
'Then yonder Scott is a worthye wight!

37    'Take in your ancyents and your standards,
Yea that no man shall them see,
And put me forth a white willow wand,
As merchants vse to sayle the sea.'

38    But they stirred neither top nor mast,
But Sir Andrew they passed by:
'Whatt English are yonder,' said Sir Andrew,
'That can so litle curtesye?

39    'I haue beene admirall ouer the sea
More then these yeeres three;
There is neuer an English dog, nor Portingall,
Can passe this way without leaue of mee.

40    t now yonder pedlers, they are past,
Which is no litle greffe to me:
Ffeich them backe,' sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,
'They shall all hang att my maine-mast tree.'

41    With that the pinnace itt shott of,
That my Lord Haward might itt well ken;
Itt stroke downe my lords foremast,
And killed fourteen of my lord his men.

42    'Come hither, Simon!' sayes my lord Haward,
'Looke that thy words be true thou sayd;
I'le hang thee att my maine-mast tree
If thou misse thy marke past twelue pence bread.'

43    Simon was old, but his hart itt was bold;
Hee tooke downe a peece, and layd itt full lowe;
He put in chaine yeards nine,
Besids other great shott lesse and more.

44    With that hee lett his gun-shott goe;
Soe well hee settled itt with his eye,
The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,
Hee see his pinnace sunke in the sea.

45    When hee saw his pinace sunke,
Lord! in his hart hee was not well:
'Cutt my ropes! itt is time to be gon!
I'le goe feitch yond pedlers backe my selfe!'

46    When my lord Haward saw Sir Andrew loose,
Lord! in his hart that hee was faine:
'Strike on your drummes! spread out your ancyents!
Sound out your trumpetts! sound out amaine!'

47    'Ffight on, my men!' sais Sir Andrew Bartton;
'Weate, howsoeuer this geere will sway,
Itt is my lord Adm[i]rall of England
Is come to seeke mee on the sea.'

48    Simon had a sonne; with shott of a gunn —
Well Sir Andrew might itt ken —
He shott itt in att a priuye place,
And killed sixty more of Sr Andrews men.

49    Harry Hunt came in att the other syde,
And att Sir Andrew hee shott then;
He droue downe his formast-tree,
And killed eighty more of Sir Andriwes men.

50    'I haue done a good turne,' sayes Harry Hunt;
'Sir Andrew is not our kings freind;
He hoped to haue vndone me yesternight,
But I hope I haue quitt him well in the end.'

51    'Euer alas!' sayd Sir Andrew Barton,
'What shold a man either thinke or say?
Yonder false theeffe is my strongest enemye,
Who was my prisoner but yesterday.

52    'Come hither to me, thou Gourden good,
And be thou readye att my call,
And I will giue thee three hundred pound
If thou wilt lett my beames downe fall.'

53    With that hee swarued the maine-mast tree,
Soe did he itt with might and maine;
Horseley, with a bearing arrow,
Stroke the Gourden through the braine.

54    And he fell into the haches againe,
And sore of this wound that he did bleed;
Then word went throug Sir Andrews men,
That the Gourden hee was dead.

55    'Come hither to me, Iames Hambliton,
Thou art my sisters sonne, I haue no more;
I will giue [thee] six hundred pound
If thou will lett my beames downe fall.'

56    With that hee swarued the maine-mast tree,
Soe did hee itt with might and maine:
Horseley, with another broad arrow,
Strake the yeaman through the braine.

57    That hee fell downe to the haches againe;
Sore of his wound that hee did bleed;
Couetousness getts no gaine,
Itt is verry true, as the Welchman sayd.

58    But when hee saw his sisters sonne slaine,
Lord! in his heart hee was not well:
'Goe feitch me downe my armour of proue,
Ffor I will to the topcastle my-selfe.

59    'Goe feitch me downe my armour of prooffe,
For itt is guilded with gold soe cleere;
God be with my brother, Iohn of Bartton!
Amongst the Portingalls hee did itt weare.'

60    But when hee had his armour of prooffe,
And on his body hee had itt on,
Euery man that looked att him
Sayd, Gunn nor arrow hee neede feare none.

61    'Come hither, Horsley!' sayes my lord Haward,
'And looke your shaft that itt goe right;
Shoot a good shoote in the time of need,
And for thy shooting thoust be made a knight.'

62    'I'le doe my best,' sayes Horslay then,
'Your Honor shall see beffore I goe;
If I shold be hanged att your mainemast,
I haue in my shipp but arrowes tow.'

63    But att Sir Andrew hee shott then;
Hee made sure to hitt his marke;
Vnder the spole of his right arme
Hee smote Sir Andrew quite throw the hart.

64    Yett from the tree hee wold not start,
But hee clinged to itt with might and maine;
Vnder the coller then of his iacke,
He stroke Sir Andrew thorrow the braine.

65    'Ffight on my men,' sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,
'I am hurt, but I am not slaine;
I'le lay mee downe and bleed a-while,
And then I'le rise and fight againe.

66    'Ffight on my men,' sayes Sir Andrew Bartton,
'These English doggs they bite soe lowe;
Ffight on for Scottland and Saint Andrew
Till you heare my whistle blowe!'

67    But when the cold not heare his whistle blow,
Sayes Harry Hunt, I'le lay my head
You may bord yonder noble shipp, my lord,
For I know Sir Andrew hee is dead.

68    With that they borded this noble shipp,
Soe did they itt with might and maine;
The found eighteen score Scotts aliue,
Besids the rest were maimed and slaine.

69    My lord Haward tooke a sword in his hand,
And smote of Sir Andrews head;
The Scotts stood by did weepe and mourne,
But neuer a word durst speake or say.

70    He caused his body to be taken downe,
And ouer the hatch-bord cast into the sea,
And about his middle three hundred crownes:
'Whersoeuer thou lands, itt will bury thee.'

71    With his head they sayled into England againe,
With right good will, and force and main,
And the day beffore Newyeeres euen
Into Thames mouth they came againe.

72    My lord Haward wrote to King Heneryes grace,
With all the newes hee cold him bring:
'Such a Newyeeres gifft I haue brought to your Gr[ace]
As neuer did subiect to any king.

73    'Ffor merchandyes and manhood,
The like is nott to be found;
The sight of these wold doe you good,
Ffor you haue not the like in your English ground.'

74    But when hee heard tell that they were come,
Full royally hee welcomed them home;
Sir Andrews shipp was the kings Newyeeres guifft;
A brauer shipp you neuer saw none.

75    Now hath our king Sir Andrews shipp,
Besett with pearles and precyous stones;
Now hath England two shipps of warr,
Two shipps of warr, before but one.

76    'Who holpe to this?' sayes King Henerye,
'That I may reward him for his paine:'
'Harry Hunt, and Peeter Simon,
William Horseleay, and I the same.'

77    'Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle and chaine,
And all his iewells, whatsoeuer they bee,
And other rich giffts that I will not name,
For his good service he hath done mee.

78    'Horslay, right thoust be a knight,
Lands and liuings thou shalt haue store;
Howard shalbe erle of Nottingham,
And soe was neuer Howard before.

79    'Now, Peeter Simon, thou art old;
I will maintaine thee and thy sonne;
Thou shalt haue fiue hundred pound all in gold
Ffor the good service that thou hast done.'

80    Then King Henerye shiffted his roome;
In came the Queene and ladyes bright;
Other arrands they had none
But to see Sir Andrew Bartton, knight.

81    But when they see his deadly face,
His eyes were hollow in his head;
'I wold giue a hundred pound,' sais King Henerye,
'The man were aliue as hee is dead!

82    'Yett for the manfull part that hee hath playd,
Both heere and beyond the sea,
His men shall haue halfe a crowne a day
To bring them to my brother, King Iamye.'
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'The Life and Death of Sir Andrew Barton,' etc. Version B a; Child 167 Sir Andrew Bartin
a. Douce Ballads, I, 18 b.

1    When Flora, with her fragrant flowers,
Bedeckt the earth so trim and gay,
And Neptune, with his dainty showers,
Came to present the month of May,

2    King Henry would a progress ride;
Over the river of Thames past he,
Unto a mountain-top also
Did walk, some pleasure for to see.

3    Where forty merchants he espy'd,
With fifty sail, come towards him,
Who then no sooner were arriv'd,
But on their knees did thus complain.

4    'An 't please Your Grace, we cannot sail
To France no voyage, to be sure,
But Sir Andrew Barton makes us quail,
And robs us of our merchant-ware.'

5    Vext was the king, and turned him,
Said to the lords of high degree,
Have I ner a lord within my realm
Dare fetch that traytor unto me?

6    To him repli'd Lord Charles Howard:
I will, my liege, with heart and hand;
If it please you grant me leave, he said,
I will perform what you command.

7    To him then spake King Henry:
I fear, my lord, you are too young.
'No whit at all, my liege,' quoth he;
'I hope to prove in valour strong.

8    'The Scottish knight I vow to seek,
In what place soever he be,
And bring a shore, with all his might,
Or into Scotland he shall carry me.'

9    'A hundred men,' the king then said,
'Out of my realm shall chosen be,
Besides sailors and ship-boys
To guide a great ship on the sea.

10    'Bow-men and gunners of good skill
Shall for this service chosen be,
And they at thy command and will
In all affairs shall wait on thee.'

11    Lord Howard calld a gunner then
Who was the best in all the realm;
His age was threescore years and ten,
And Peter Simon was his name.

12    My lord calld then a bow-man rare,
Whose active hands had gained fame,
A gentleman born in Yorkshire,
And William Horsly was his name.

13    'Horsly,' quoth he, 'I must to sea,
To seek a traytor, with great speed;
Of a hundred bow-men brave,' quoth he,
'I have chosen thee to be the head.'

14    'If you, my lord, have chosen me
Of a hundred men to be the head,
Upon the main-mast I'le hanged be,
If twelve-score I miss one shillings breadth.'

15    Lord Howard then, of courage bold,
Went to the sea with pleasant chear,
Not curbd with winters piercing cold,
Though it was the stormy time of the year.

16    Not long he had been on the sea,
No more in days then number three,
Till one Henry Hunt he there espied,
A merchant of Newcastle was he.

17    To him Lord Howard cald out amain,
And strictly charged him to stand;
Demanding then from whence he came,
Or where he did intend to land.

18    The merchant then made him answer soon,
With heavy heart and careful mind,
'My lord, my ship it doth belong
Unto Newcastle upon Tine.'

19    'Canst thou shew me,' the lord did say,
'As thou didst sail by day and night,
A Scottish rover on the sea,
His name is Andrew Barton, knight?'

20    Then to him the merchant sighd and said,
With grieved mind and well a way,
'But over well I know that wight,
I was his prisoner but yesterday.

21    'As I, my lord, did pass from France,
A Burdeaux voyage to take so far,
I met with Sir Andrew Barton thence,
Who robd me of my merchant-ware.

22    'And mickle debts, God knows, I owe,
And every man did crave his own;
And I am bound to London now,
Of our gracious king to beg a boon.'

23    'Shew me him,' said [Lord] Howard then,
'Let me but once the villain see,
And one penny he hath from the tane,
I'le double the same with shillings three.'

24    'Now, God forbid,' the merchant said;
'I fear your aim that you will miss;
God bless you from his tyranny,
For little you know what man he is.

25    'He is brass within and steel without,
His ship most huge and mighty strong,
With eighteen pieces strong and stout,
He carrieth on each side along.

26    'With beams for his top-castle,
As also being huge and high,
That neither English nor Portugal
Can pass Sir Andrew Barton by.'

27    'Hard news thou shewst,' then said the lord,
'To welcome strangers to the sea;
But, as I said, I'le bring him aboard,
Or into Scotland he shall carry me.'

28    The merchant said, If you will do so,
Take counsel, then, I pray withal:
Let no man to his top-castle go,
Nor strive to let his beam[s] down fall.

29    'Lend me seven pieces of ordnance then,
Of each side of my ship,' quoth he,
'And to-morrow, my lord, twixt six and seven,
Again I will Your Honour see.

30    'A glass I'le set that may be seen
Whether you sail by day or night;
And to-morrow, be sure, before seven,
You shall see Sir Andrew Barton, knight.'

31    The merchant set my lord a glass,
So well apparent in his sight
That on the morrow, as his promise was,
He saw Sir Andrew Barton, knight.

32    The lord then swore a mighty oath,
'Now by the heavens that be of might,
By faith, believe me, and by troth,
I think he is a worthy knight.

33    'Fetch me my lyon out of hand,'
Saith the lord, 'with rose and streamer high;
Set up withal a willow-wand,
That merchant-like I [may] pass by.'

34    Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,
And did on anchor rise so high;
No top-sail at all he cast,
But as his foe he did him defie.

35    Sir Andrew Barton seeing him
Thus scornfully to pass by,
As though he cared not a pin
For him and all his company,

36    Then called he his men amain,
'Fetch back yon pedler now,' quoth he,
'And against this way he comes again
I'le teach him well his courtesie.'

37    A piece of ordnance soon was shot
By this proud pirate fiercely then
Into Lord Howards middle deck,
Which cruel shot killd fourteen men.

38    He calld then Peter Simon, he;
'Look now thy word do stand in stead,
For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast
If thou miss twelve score one penny breadth.'

39    Then Peter Simon gave a shot
Which did Sir Andrew mickle scare,
In at his deck it came so hot,
Killd fifteen of his men of war.

40    'Alas!' then said the pyrate stout,
'I am in danger now, I see;
This is some lord, I greatly doubt,
That is set on to conquer me.'

41    Then Henry Hunt, with rigor hot,
Came bravely on the other side,
Who likewise shot in at his deck,
And kild fifty of his men beside.

42    Then 'Out, alas!' Sir Andrew cri'd,
'What may a man now think or say!
Yon merchant thief that pierceth me,
He was my prisoner yesterday.'

43    Then did he on Gordion call,
Unto top-castle for to go,
And bid his beams he should let fall,
'For I greatly fear an overthrow.'

44    The lord cald Horsly now in hast:
'Look that thy word stand now in stead,
For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast
If thou miss twelve score one Shillings breadth.'

45    Then up [the] mast-tree swarved he,
This stout and mighty Gordion;
But Horsly, he most happily
Shot him under the collar-bone.

46    Then calld he on his nephew then,
Said, Sisters sons I have no mo;
Three hundred pound I will give thee,
If thou wilt to top-castle go.

47    Then stoutly he began to climb,
From off the mast scornd to depart;
But Horsly soon prevented him,
And deadly piercd him to the heart.

48    His men being slain, then up amain
Did this proud pyrate climb with speed,
For armour of proof he had put on,
And did not dint of arrow dread.

49    'Come hither, Horsly,' said the lord,
'See thine arrow aim aright;
Great means to thee I will afford,
And if you speed, I'le make you a knight.'

50    Sir Andrew did climb up the tree,
With right good will and all his main;
Then upon the breast hit Horsly he,
Till the arrow return again.

51    Then Horsly spied a private place,
With a perfect eye, in a secret part;
His arrow swiftly flew apace,
And smote Sir Andrew to the heart.

52    'Fight on, fight on, my merry men all,
A little I am hurt, yet not slain;
I'le but lie down and bleed a while,
And come and fight with you again.

53    'And do not,' he said, 'Fear English rogues,
And of your foes stand not in awe,
But stand fast by St Andrews cross,
Until you hear my whistle blow.'

54    They never heard his whistle blow,
Which made them [all] sore afraid:
Then Horsly said, My lord, aboard,
For now Sir Andrew Barton's dead.

55    Thus boarded they this gallant ship,
With right good will and all their main,
Eighteen score Scots alive in it,
Besides as many more were slain.

56    The lord went where Sir Andrew lay,
And quickly thence cut off his head:
'I should forsake England many a day,
If thou wert alive as thou art dead.'

57    Thus from the wars Lord Howard came,
With mickle joy and triumphing;
The pyrates head he brought along
For to present unto our king:

58    Who briefly then to him did say,
Before he knew well what was done,
'Where is the knight and pyrate gay?
That I my self may give the doom.'

59    'You may thank God,' then said the lord,
'And four men in the ship,' quoth he,
'That we are safely come ashore,
Sith you had never such an enemy:

60    'That is Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon,
William Horsly, and Peters son;
Therefore reward them for their pains,
For they did service at their turn.'

61    To the merchant then the king did say,
'In lue of what he hath from the tane,
I give to the a noble a day,
Sir Andrews whistle and his chain:
62    'To Peter Simon a crown a day,
And half-a-crown a day to Peters son,
And that was for a shot so gay,
Which bravely brought Sir Andrew down.

63    'Horsly, I will make thee a knight,
And in Yorkshire thou shalt dwell:
Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight,
For this title he deserveth well.

64    'Seven shillings to our English men,
Who in this fight did stoutly stand,
And twelve pence a-day to the Scots, till they
Come to my brother kings high land.'
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'The Sonnge of Sir Andraye Barton, Knight'- Version C [My C, Child included in Additions and Corrections]
English Miscellanies, edited by James Raine, Surtees Society, vol. lxxxv, p. 64, 1890; from a Manuscript in a hand of the sixteenth century now in York Minster Library.

1   It fell against a midsomer moneth,
When birds soonge well in every tree,
Our worthë prence, Kinge Henrye,
He roode untoe a chelvellrye.

2   And allsoe toe a forrest soe faire,
Wher his Grace wente toe tak the ayre;
And twentye marchantes of London citie
Then on there knees they kneelled there.

3   'Ye are welcome home, my rich merchantes,
The best salers in Christentie!'
'We thanke yowe; by the rood, we are salers good,
But rich merchantes we cannot be.

4   'To France nor Flanders we der not goe,
Nor a Burgesse voy[a]ge we der not fare,
For a robber that lyes abrod on the sea,
And robs us of oure merchantes-ware.'

5   King Henry was stout, and turnd hime about;
He sware by the lord that was mickell of might,
'Is ther any rober in the world soe stoute
Der worke toe England that unrighte?'

6   The merchantes answered, soore they sight,
With a woefull harte to the kinge againe,
'He is one that robes us of our right,
Were we twentie shippes and he but one.'

7   King Henrye lookte over his shoulder agayne,
Amongst his lordes of hye degree:
'Have I not a lord in all my land soe stoute
Der take yon robber upon the sea?'

8   'Yes,' then did answeer my lord Charls Howwarde,
Neare the kinge's grace that he did stande;
He saide, If your Grace will give me leave,
My selfe will be the onlie man,

9   'That will goe beat Sir Andrewe Barton
Upon the seas, if he be there;
I'le ether bringe hime and his shippe toe this lande,
Ore I'le come in England never more.'

10   'Yow shall have five hundrethe men,' saide Kinge Henrye,
'Chuse them within my realme soe free,
Beside all other merriners and boys,
Toe gide the great shippe on the sea.'

11   The first of all the lord up cald,
A noble gunner he was one;
This man was thre score yeares and ten,
And Petter Symond height his name.

12   'Petter,' quoeth he, 'I must saill the sea,
Toe looke an enemye, God be my speede!
As thowe arte ould, I have chossen the
Of a hundreth gunners to be the headde.'

13   He said, If your Honor have chossen me
Of a hundreth gunners to be the headd,
On your mayn-mast-tre let me be hangd,
If I miss thre mille a penny e breed.

14   Then next of all my lord up cald,
A noble boweman he was ane;
In Yorkeshier was this gentleman borne,
And William Horsley height his name.

15   'Horsley,' saide he, 'I must saill the sea,
To meete an enemee, thow must knowe;
I have oft [been] told of thy artillorye,
But of thy shootinge I never sawe.

16   'Yet fore thye drawght that thowe dost drawe,
Of a hundreth bowemen to be the heade;'
Said Horsley then, Let me be hang[d]e,
If I mis twelve score a twelt penc[e] breed.

17   Yea, pickmen more, and bowmen both,
This worthë Howward tooke to the sea;
On the morowe after midsomer moneth
Out of Temes mouth sallied he.

18   Hee had not sailled one daie but three,
After his Honor tooke to the sea,
When he mette with one Harrie Huntte,
In Newcastell ther dwelte hee.

19   When he sawe the lion of England out blaisse,
The streemers and the roose about his eye,
Full soonne he let his toppe-saill fall;
That was a tooken of curtissie.

20   My lord he cald of Henry Huntte,
Bad Harry Hunt both stay and stande;
Saies, Tell me where thy dwellinge is,
And whome unto thye shippe belonnges.

21   Henrye Hunt he answered, sore he sight,
With a woefull hart and a sorrowefull minde,
'I and this shippe doth both belonge
Unto the Newe Castell that stands upon Tyne.'

22   'But haist thowe harde,' said my lord Charles Hawward,
'Wher thowe haist travelled, by daie or by night,
Of a robber that lies abroode on the sea,
They call him Sir Andrewe Barton, knight?'

23   'Yes,' Harye answered, sore he sight,
With a woefull hart thus did he saye;
'Mary, over well I knowe that wight,
I was his pressoner yesterdaie.

24   'Toe frome home, my lord, that I was boune,
A Burgess voyage was boune so faire,
Sir Andrewe Barton met with me,
And robd me of mye merchantes-waire.

25   'And I ame a man in mickle debte,
And everye one craves his owne of mee;
And I am boune to London, my lorde,
Fore toe comepleanne to good King Henrye.'

26   'But even I pray the,' saies Lord Charlies Howeerd,
'Henrye, let me that robber see,
Where that Scoott hath teyne from the a grootte,
I'le paye the back a shillinge,' said hee.

27   'Nay, God forbid! yea, noble lord,
I heare your Honor speake amisse;
Christ keepe yowe out of his companye!
Ye wott not what kine a man he is.

28   'He is brase within and steelle without,
He beares beames in his topcastle hye,
He hath threscore peece on ether side,
Besides, my lorde, well mande is he.

29   'He hath a pennis is dearelye deighte,
She is dearelye deighte and of mickell pried;
His pennis hath ninescorre men and more,
And thirtene peece on ethere side.

30   'Were yowe twentie shippes
As your Honor is but one.
Ethere bye lerbord or by lowe
That Scootte would overcome yowe, everye one.'

31   'Marye, that's ill hartinge,' saies my lord Charlls Howeward,
'Harye, to welcome a stranger to the sea;
I'le ether bringe thatt Scootte and his shippe toe England,
Or into Scootteland hee ['s] carrye me.'

32   'Well, since the matter is soe flatte,
Take heed, I'le tell yowe this before;
If yowe Sir Andrewe chance toe horde,
Let noe man toe his topcastle goe.

33   'Excepte yowe have a gunner goode
That can well marke with his eye;
First seeke to gette his pennis sunk,
The soonner overcome his selfe may bee.

34   'Yesterdaie I was Sir Andrewe's pressonner,
And ther he tooke me sworne,' saide hee;
'Before I'le leave off my serving God,
My wild-maide oeth may brooken be.

35   'Will yowe lend me sexe peece of ordenance, my lord,
To carye into my shippe with mee?
Toe morrowe by seven a clocke, and souner,
In the morne yowe shall Sir Andrewe see.

36   'Fore I will set yowe a glasse, my lord,
That yowe shall saille forth all this night;
Toe morrowe be seven a clocke, and souner,
Yow's se Sir Andrewe Barton, knight.'

37   Nowe will we leave talkinge of Harry Hunt;
The worthye Howwarde tooke to the sea;
By the morne, by seven a clocke, and souner,
My lord hee did Sir Andrewe see.

38   A larborde, wher Sir Andrewe laye,
They saide he tould his gold in the light;
'Nowe, by my faith,' saide my lord Charlies Howwarde,
'I se yonne Scootte, a worthë wight!

39   'All our greatt ordienance wee'll take in;
Fetch downe my streemers,' then saide hee,
'And hange me forth a white willowe-wande,
As a marchante-man that sailles by the sea.'

40   By Sir Andrewe then mye lord he past,
And noe topsaille let fall would hee:
'What meanes yonne English dogg?' he saies,
'Dogs doe knowe noe curtissie.

41   'For I have staid heare in this place
Admirall more then yearës three;
Yet was not ther Englisheman or Portingaill
Could passe by me with his liffe,' saide he.

42   'Once I met with the Portingaills,
Yea, I met with them, ye, I indeed;
I salted thirtie of ther heades,
And sent them home to eate with breade.

43   'Nowe by me is yoen pedler past;
It greves me at the hart,' said hee;
'Fetch me yoen English dogs,' he saide,
'I'le hange them al on my mayn-mast-tree.'

44   Then his pennis shotte of a peec[e] of ordenance;
The shootte my lord might verye well ken,
Fore he shootte downe his missonne-mast,
And kild fifteen of my lordë's men.

45   'Come hether, Peter Simond,' said my lord Charles Howward,
'Letes se thi word standis in steede;
On my mayn-mast-tre thowe must be hunge,
If thowe misse three mill a penney breed.'

46   Petter was ould, bis hart was bould;
He tooke a peece frome hie and laid hir beloue;
He put in a chean of yeard[ë]s nine,
Besides all other greate shoote and smalle.

47   And as he maide that gune to goe,
And verye well he marke[d] with his eie,
The first sight that Sir Andrewe sawe,
He sawe his penis sunke in the sea.

48   When Sir Andrewe sawe his pennis sunke,
That man in his hart was no thinge well:
'Cut me my cabells! let me be lousse!
I'le fetch yoen English dogges me seine.'

49   When my lord sawe Sir Andrewe from his anker loouse,
Nay, Lord! a mighty man was hee:
'Let my drumes strike up and my trumpetes sound,
And blaise my banners vailliantlie.'

50   Peter Simon's sonne shoote of a gune;
That Sir Andrewe might very well ken;
Fore he shoott throughe his over-decke,
And kild fifttie of Sir Andrewe's men.

51   'Ever alack!' said Sir Andrewe Barton,
'I like not of this geare,' saide hee;
'I doubt this is some English lorde
That's corned to taik me on the sea.'

52   Harrye Hunt came in on the other side;
The shoote Sir Andrewe might very well ken;
Fore he shoote downe his misson-mast,
And kild other fortye of his men.

53   'Ever alacke!' said Sir Andrewe Barton,
'What maye a trewe man thinke or saye?
He is becomed my greatest enymye
That was my pressonner yesterdaie.

54   'Yet feare no English dogges,' said Sir Andrew Barton,
'Nor fore ther forse stand ye [in] no awe;
My hands shall hange them all my selfe,
Froe once I let my beames downe fawe.

55   'Come hether quick, thou Girdon goode,
And come thou hether at my call,
Fore heare I may noe longer staye;
Goe up and let my beames down fall.'

56   Then he swarmd up the maine-mast-tree,
With mickell might and all his maine;
Then Horsley with a broode-headed arrowe
Stroke then Girdon throughe the weame.

57   And he fell backe to the hatches againe,
And in that wound full sore did bleed;
The blood that ran soe fast from hime,
They said it was the Girdon's deed.

58   'Come hether, thow James Hamelton,
Thowe my sister's sonne, I have noe moe;
I'le give the five hundreth pound,' he saide,
'Ife thowe wilt toe the top[ca]saille goe.'

59   Then he swarmd up the mayn-mast-tree,
With mickell might and all his may ne;
Then Horsley with a broode-arrowe-head
Tooke hime in at the buttuke of the utuer beame.

60   Yet frome the tre he would not parte,
But up in haist he did pressed;
Then Horsley with anotheir arrowe
Strooke then Hamelton throughe the heade.

61   When Sir Andrewe sawe his sister's sonne slayne,
That man in his heart was nothinge well:
'Fight, maisters!' said Sir Andrewe Barton,
'It's time I'le to the top myselne.'

62   Then he put on the armere of prooffe,
And it was guilt with gold full cleare:
'My brother John of Barton,' he saide,
'Full longe against Portingaill he it weare.'

63   When he had on that armore of prooffe,
Yea, on his bodye he had that on,
Marry, they that sawe Sir Andrewe Barton
Said arrowes nor guns he feared none.

64   Yet Horsley drewe a broode-headed arrowe,
With mickell might and all his mayne;
That shaft against Sir Andrewe's brest
Came back to my lord Howwarde's shippe agayne.

65   When my lord he sawe that arrowe comme,
My lord he was a woefull wight;
'Marke well thine ame, Horsley,' he saide,
'Fore that same shoote I'le make the knight.'

66   'Ever alacke!' said Horsley then,
'For howe soe ever this geare doth goe,
If I for my service louse my heade,
I have in this shippe but arrowe[s] towe.'

67   Yet he mar[k]t hime with the one of them,
In a previe place and a secrete pert;
He shoote hime in at the left oxtere,
The arrowe quiett throughe [the] harte.

68   'Feight, maisters!' said Sir Andrewe Barton,
'I'se a lettle hurt, but I ame not slayne;
I'le lie me downe and bleede a whill,
I'le risse and feight with yowe agayne.

69   'Yet feare noe English dogges,' said Sir Andrewe Barton,
'Nore fore there force stand ye [in] noe awe;
Stick stifeley to Sir Andrewe Barton,
Feight till ye heare my whisstill blowe.'

70   The could noe skill of the whisstill heare;
Quoeth Hary Hunt, I der lay my heade,
My lord, yowe maye take the shippe when yowe will,
I se Sir Andrewe Barton ['s] deade.

71   And then they borded that noble shippe,
On both the sides, with all ther men;
Ther was eighten [score] Scootes a live,
Besides all other was hurte and slayne.

72   Then up my lord tooke Sir Andrewe Barton,
And of he cutt the dead man's head:
'I would forsweare England for twenty years,
Toe have the quicke as thowe art deade.

73   But of he cut the dead man's heade,
And bounde his bodye toe borden tre,
And tiede five hundreth angels about his midle,
That was toe cause hime buried toe bee.

74   Then they sailled toe Ingland agayne,
With mickle merienes, as I weane;
They entred Englishe land agayn
On the night before Ste Maudlen even.

75   Toe mete my lord came the kinge an quen,
And many nobles of hie degree;
They came fore noe kind of thinge
But Sir Andrewe Barton they would see.

76   Quoth my lord, Yowe may thanke Allmighty God,
And foure men in the shippe with mee,
That ever we scaipt Sir Andrewe['s] hands;
England had never such an enniemie.

End-Notes

All the copies in stanzas of eight lines.

A. 1³. 8th.
2⁸. 80.
3². Manuscript pared away. From the Reliques. Percy's marginal reading, is For sailors good are welcome to me. The tops of letters left do not suit either of Percy's lines, says Furnivall.
3³. swore: Manuscript pared away. Percy's reading.
6⁴. 20.
9¹. 600.
11³. 60: B, three score.
12⁴, 13², 15⁴, 16². 100d, 100.
13⁴, 18¹. 3.
16². they for the.
16⁴, 42⁴. 12d.
15¹. sayes, a letter blotted out before a: Furnivall.
20². poor would read better than pure (cf. B, 18², heavy heart), but is not satisfactory.
23³. archborde for hachborde?: cf. 36¹, 70².
27², 29⁴, 52⁴, 55⁴. beanes, or beaues.
28³. 9.
28⁴. 15.
29¹. 20.
29². charke-bord: should perhaps be hach-bord.
33¹. fferae.
33³. 7.
35³, 43³. 9.
36 is perhaps out of place.
36¹. lies for lay?
37. Part II.
41¹. they for the.
41³. strokes.
44⁴. sumke.
47². Weate I cannot emend.
48⁴. 60.
49³. fformost.
49⁴. 80: Andirwes.
52³. 300li.
53¹, 56¹. perhaps swarned: Furnivall.
55³. 600li.
57^3,4. three follows four: transposed for rhyme.
64⁴. they for the.
65⁴. Only half the n of againe in the Manuscript: Furnivall.
68³. 18.
70³. 300.
71². meanye for main.
71⁴. againe they came.
75^3,4. 2.
76². paime.
79³. 500li.
81³. 100li.

B. a. The Relation of the life and death of Sir Andrew Barton, a Pyrate and Rover on the Seas.
The tune is, Come follow my love.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright [1655-80].
13¹. ly in Horsly is worn or torn away, and so is to in the next line.
20³. But ever.
24¹. the Lord he: c, g, my Lord he: the others, the merchant.
26⁴. Can S.A.B. pass by. So all but h.
28⁴. beam.
33, 34 follow 36.
38². to for do.
45². Thus.
47³. Cut off: supplied from b, c.
53³. Sir Andrews, and so b, c, d.
54². all supplied from c.
63³. bright for hight.
64³. ey of they cut off, and land in the following line.

B b. A True Relation, etc. Tune is, etc.
Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger [1670-82?].
From a transcript made for Bishop Percy, who has in a few places made corrections which are not always easily distinguished from those of the copyist.
5². to his.
10¹. great changed to good.
13². To seek: good speed.
14⁴. Of: I wanting.
15⁴. was stormy.
16³. But one: there he 'spy'd.
17⁴. did inserted by Percy, but perhaps in the text.
18¹. him wanting.
20³. over well.
20⁴. but wanting.
21¹. did sail.
22¹. deps.
23¹. [Lord] wanting.
24¹. the merchant.
25³. pieces of ordnance.
28⁴. beams.
29³. twix.
33, 34 follow 36.
33⁴. [may] wanting.
36¹. is men.
36³. And again.
38². to for do.
38⁴, 44⁴. breath.
44⁴. a shilling.
47³. But Horsly soon prevented him.
49⁴. if thou.
53¹. said he.
53³. Sir: corrected by Percy to St.
54¹. hear.
54². [all] wanting.
57⁴. unto the.
59⁴. never wanting.
61². lieu.
63². shall.
63³. hight.
64³. they.
64⁴. land.

B c. A true Relation, etc. The tune is, etc.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson. [1648-80. Coles, Vere, Wright, and Gilbertson are found together as early as 1655.]
4¹ . An't like.
5³. lord in all.
8². In place wheresoever.
83. on shore.
11³. year.
13². To see.
14³. the wanting.
18¹. him wanting.
20³. ever: knew.
21³. with wanting.
21⁴. wares.
23². that villain.
24¹. my Lord he.
24⁴. you little know.
26¹. for her.
31². to his.
33, 34 follow 36.
33². streamers.
34². ride for rise.
35³. Although.
36¹. he on.
36³. come.
38². do stand.
39². care for scare.
39⁴. fifty.
41³. shot it.
41⁴. five for fifty.
42⁴. but yesterday.
44⁴. shilling bred.
45¹. then swarded he.
46². son: no more.
47³. As in b.
49². that thine.
49⁴. a wanting.
53³. Sir Andrews.
54². them all sore.
57³. he wanting.
59³. are come safely to the shore.
62². half crown.
63². there shalt thou.
63³. hight.
63⁴. he hath deserved.
64². to this.

B d, e, f. Title as in b.
Tune, Come follow my love, etc.
d. Printed by and for W. 0[nley], and sold by the Booksellers of Pye-corner and London-Bridge. [1650-1702.]
e. Printed by and for W. O., and sold by C. Bates at the Sun and Bible in Pye-corner.
f. Printed by and for W. O., and sold by the booksellers.
d and e are dated in the Museum Catalogue 1670; f. 1672.
2¹. a hunting.
5¹. turning.
5². d, e. to his.
6¹. Charles Lord Howard.
7¹. d, e. speak, f. spoke.
8¹. Scotch.
13². with good.
15⁴. the wanting.
16¹. f. the wanting.
16². f. no wanting.
16³. But one: there he.
18¹. him wanting.
20¹. to him wanting.
20³. over well.
20⁴. but wanting.
21¹. did sail.
22². doth: but And means if.
23¹. Lord Howard.
23². but wanting.
23³. And e'ry.
24¹. the merchant.
24⁴. you think.
25³. pieces of ordnance.
27². stranger.
28⁴. beams.
29³. twixt six and seven wanting.
30¹. d, e. set as. f. I set as.
33, 34 follow 36.
33⁴. I may.
34². did wanting.
34³. at last.
34⁴. as a foe did.
36³. And ere.
37². e. By his.
38². how thy word do.
38³. shall.
38⁴. f. breath.
40³. greatly fear.
43². Unto the.
43⁴. For he: feard.
44². d, e. now stand. f. now wanting.
44⁴. d, e. a shilling. f. shilling's breath.
45¹. swerved.
45⁴. f. under his.
47³. As in b, c.
48⁴. arrows.
49². See thou thy arrows.
49⁴. if thou speedst: make the[e] knight.
52⁴. f. with wanting.
53¹. he said.
53². e. inwe.
53³. Sir Andrews.
54². all full sore.
56⁴. were.
58¹. unto for then to.
59⁴. never had.
61¹. f. merchant therefore the king he said.
63³. hight.
63⁴. e. this girle. f. this act.
64¹. f. Ninety pound.

g. A true Relation, etc.
To the tune of Come follow me, love.
London, Printed for E. W.
This copy has been considerably corrected, and only a part of the variations is given.
2². of wanting.
2³. mountaines.
3². with swiftest.
4¹. An't like.
5². to his.
5³. in all my.
11⁴. One for And.
14⁴. shilling.
16². No more then dayes in number three.
18¹. him wanting.
20¹. said and sighd.
20². a g. m. and a w.
20³. over.
20⁴. For I.
21³. with wanting.
23¹. Lord Howard.
23². that for the.
23³. for one.
24¹. my Lord, quoth he.
26¹. beams from her.
28⁴. beames.
32⁴. weight (that is, wight) for knight.
33². streamers.
33⁴. I may.
34². ride.
34⁴. he wanting.
35, 36 wanting.
38². do stand.
38⁴. bred.
39⁴. fifty.
41⁴. five.
42⁴. but yesterday.
43¹. on one Gordion.
45¹. then swarmed.
48². this stout.
49². See that thy arrow.
49⁴. if thou: thee knight.
53². stand in no awe.
53³. S. Andrew's.
54². them all full sore.
55⁴. moe.
56³. I would forsweare.
57⁴. the king.
59². in this ship with me.
59³. to shore.
59⁴. never had.
60³. paine.
63². there shalt thou.
63⁴. his title he hath deserved.
64². to this.
64⁴. king his land.
Old Ballads, 1723, and Roxburghe, III, 726, have Iris for the Neptune of B, in 13; Charles Lord Howard in 61; Ninety pounds in 64¹.

h. This being a Scottish copy, and the variations also numerous, it seems advisable to give the whole text rather than only the divergent readings. The transcript may be inferred, from, passages phonetically misrendered, to have been made from recitation or reading, more probably from recitation, since many of the differences from the printed copies are of the sort which are made by reciters; that is, immaterial expressions are imperfectly remembered; and again, 16² is adopted from popular ballad phraseology, and, as already observed, the stanza following 50 is borrowed from 'Adam Bell.' Cases of writing sound for sense are 43, makes us squails for makes us quail; 7³, I quitted all for No whit at all; 48², The spirit for This pirate; 61³, A nobler day for A noble a day. Verses of 25, 26 have been interchanged. 8, 9^3,4, 10^1,2, 21, 28, 29, 30, 32, 36, 44, 49, 52^2,3,4, 53¹ are wanting. 33, 34 are in the right order. It is a little surprising that a Scottish copy should have Sir Andrew Cross for St. Andrew's cross, 53³. a-d have Sir Andrews Cross.

1   When Febus, with her fragrant flours,
bedect the earth so trim and gay,
And Neptan, with his denty shours,
came to present the month o May,

2   King Hendry would a hunting ride,
and over the river Thames past he,
Unto a mountain-top also
he walkd, some pleasures to espy.

3   There fortie merchants he espy'd,
with fiftie sail, come towards him;
No sooner there they were arrived
but on their knees they did complain.

4   'My lodge,' said they, 'we cannot sail
to France nor Spain, for to be sure;
Sir Andrew Barton makes us squails,
and berubs (?) us of our merchant-wair.'

5   The king was grievd and turnd him,
said to his lords of high degree,
Is there not a lord in my realm
can fetch yon traitor unto me?

6   Then out bespoke Lord Charles Howard,
and says, My ludge, with heart and hand,
If that you'l give me leave, said he,
I will perform what you command.

7   But out bespoke King Hendrie:
'I fear, my lord, you are too young;'
'I quitted all, my lodge,' said he,
'for I think to prove one valient strong.'

9^1,2   'A hundred men out of my realm
shall for this service chosen be,
10^3,4   And they, at thy command and will,
in all affairs, shall wait on thee.'

11   The king calld on a gunner then,
whose age was 'bove three score and ten;
He was the best in that realm,
and Fetter Simon height his name.

[A 12]   'Now Peter,' said he, 'wee'r bound to sea,
to fetch a traitor with good speed,
And over a hundred gunners good
I've chosen thee to be the head.'

[A 13]   'My lodge,' says he, 'if he have chosen me
oer a hundred men to be the head,
Upon mine mast I hangd shall be,
if I mess twelve score on a shilling breadth.'

12   My lord calld on a bow-man then,
whose hands and acts had gained fame;
He was the best in that realm,
and William Horsley height his name.

13   'Now Horsley,' says he, 'wee'r bound to sea,
to fetch a traitor wi good speed,
And over a hundred archers good
I 've chosen thee to be the head.'

14   'My lord,' sais he, 'if ye hae chosen me
oer a hundred men to be the head,
Upon my mast I hangd shall be,
if I mess twelve score a shilling breadth.'

15   Lord Howard he 's gone to the wars,
wi muckle mirth and merrie cheer;
He was not curbd with winters cold,
tho it was the stormy time a year.

16   He had not been upon the seas,
no not a day but only three,
Till he espy'd Sir Hendry Hunt,
a merchant of Newcastle he.

17   A peice of ordinance was shot,
which straitly charged him to stand;
Demanding of him from whence he came,
and where he was intend to land.

18   The merchant he made answer then,
with a heavy heart and carefull mind,
'If it please Your Grace, my ship belongs
unto Newcastle upon Tine.'

19   'Canst thou but show me,' said the lord,
'as those did sail by day or night,
A Scotish rubber on the seas,
whose name 's Sir Andrew Burton, knight?'

20   The merchant sighd, and said, Alas!
full over well I do him know;
Good keep you frae his tiranie!
for I was his prisoner yesterday.

22   And muckle debt, God knows, I owe,
if every man would crave his oun;
But I am bound for London nou,
of our gracious king to beg a bon.

23   'Wilt you go with me,' said the lord,
'and once that villain let me see,
For every pennie he 's from thee taen
I double the same wi shillings three.'

24   But the merchant sighd, and said, Alas!
I fear, my lord, your aims you miss;
Good keep you frae his tiranie!
for little you ken what a man he is.

25¹For he 's brass within and steel without,
26²   and his great ship 's mighty hugie high,
So that neither English nor Portugees
can pass Sir Andrew Burton by.

26¹ And he has beams for his top-castle
25²   which is both mighty huge and strong;
He has eighteen peice of ordinance
he carries on each side along.

27   'Bad news thou tells,' then said the lord,
'to welcome strangers to the sea;
But as I have said, I'll bring him abord,
or into Scotland he 's carry me.'

31   So the merchant set my lord a glass,
that well appeared in his eye,
And the morning, as his promise was,
he did Sir Andrew Burton see.

[32, wanting]

33   'Fetch me my lyon out of hand,
set up our rose on streamers high;
Set up likewise a willie wand,
that merchant like we may pass by.'

34   Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,
upon an anchor rose so high;
No topsail at last he did upcast,
but like a foe did him defie.

35   Sir Andrew Barton, seeing him
thus scornfull-like for to pass by,
As tho he cared not a pin
for him and all his company,

37   Sir Andrew Barton gave a shott
which did Lord Howard muckle dear;
For it came so hotly in at his deck
killd fifteen of his men a ware.

38   My lord calld on o' Fetter Seymore,
says, See thy words does stand in steed;
For upon main-mast thou hangd shall be,
if thou miss twelve score a shilling breed.

39   Then Fetter Symore gave a shot
which did Sir Andrew muckle scarr;
It came so hotly in his deck
killd fifty of his men a ware.

40   Then 'Out, alas!' Sir Andrew cryes,
'and aye alas, and woe 's me!
This is some lord, I greatly fear,
that is set out to conquer me.'

41   Then Hendry Hunt, with rigor hot,
came bravely on the other side;
He shot so hotly in at his deck
killd fiftie of his men beside.

42   Then 'Out, alas!' Sir Andrew cryes,
'what can a man now do or say?
This merchant thief it percies me,
he was my prisoner yesterday.'

43   Sir Andrew calld on Gordon then,
and bad him to top-castle go
And strive to let his beems doun fall,
for he greatly feard an overthrow.

45   Then up mass'-tree then climed he,
that stout and mighty Gordon;
But Horsley soon prevented him,
and shot bun in at collar-bone.

46   Sir Andrew calld his nephew then;
says, Sisters son I hi ne mae;
A hundred pounds I'll to thee give
if thou'l up to top-castle gae.

47   Then up mast-tree then climed he,
from of the deck for to depart;
But Horsley soon prevented him,
and deadly peirced him to the heart.

48   His men being slain, then up amain
the spirit proud did climb wi speed;
Armour of proof he did put on,
and of arrows dint he had nè dread.

50   Then up mast-tree then climbed he,
the spirit proud did climb amain;
But Horsley hat him upon the breast,
till his arrow did return again.

'Foul fa the hands,' says Horsley then,
'this day that did that coat put on!
For had it been as thin as mine,
thy last days had been at an end.'

51   But Horsley spy'd a private part,
with a canie hand and secret art,
And his arrows swiftly flew amain,
and pierced Sir Andrew to the heart.

51¹'Fight on, fight on, my mirrie men all,
53²   and of English rogues stand ye ne aw;
But stand fast by Sir Andrew cross
till that ye hear my whistle bla.'

54   But they never heard his whistle bla,
which made them mightyly to dread;
Say Horsley, My lord, we'll go abord,
for now I know Sir Andrew 's dead.

55   Then boarded they this great ship then,
with muckle might and a' their main,
And in her was eighteen score o Scots alive,
besides there mony mae were slain.

56   My lord went where Sir Andrew lay,
and hastely cut of his head:
'I'd forsake England this mony a day,
if thou were alive as thou art dead.'

57   So Lord Howard he 's come from the wars,
with muckle mirth and triumphing,
And the pirot's head he brought along,
for to present unto their king.

58   But out bespoke King Hendry,
before he knew well what was done:
'Bring here to me that villain strong,
that I my sell may give the doom.'

59   'Ye may be thankfa,' said the lord,
'at what is done, my ludge,' said he,
'That we 'r returned alive again;
for ye'd never such an enemy.

60   'There 's Hendry Hunt, and Fetter Symore,
and William Horsley, and Fetter's son;
Therefore reward them for their pain,
for they did service at their turn.'

61   The king he said to Hendry Hunt,
'For every pennie he 's from the tane,
A nobler day I'l to thee give,
and Sir Andrew's whistle and his chain.

62   'A croun a day to Fetter Symore,
and half a croun to Fetter's son;
And that was for the shots they gave,
which bravely brought Sir Andrew doun.

63   'Horsley, I'l make of thee a knight,
and in Yorkshire thou shall dwell;
Lord Howard shall Earl Bewry height,
for the tittle he deserves full well.

64   'Seven rosenobles to our English men,
which in the feight did stoutly stand,
And twelve pence a day unto the Scots,
till they come to my brother king's land.'

38¹. on O'. o' may mean old.
62 follows 63.

Additions and Corrections

To be Corrected in the Print.
348 b [A 12¹]. Read sais. 15². Read mirrie.

P. 338 b. Gold to bury body. So in the story of Buridan and the Queen of France, Haupt's Zeitschrift II, 364. (G. L. K.)

In Apollonius of Tyre: puellam in loculo conposuit ... et uiginti sestertios ad caput ipsius posuit, et scripturam sic continentem: Quicumque corpus istud inuenerit et humo tradiderit medios sibi teneat, medios pro funere expendat; et misit in mare. C. 25, ed. Riese, p. 29. Cf. Jourdains de Blaivies, 2222-33, K. Hofmann, Amis et Amiles und Jourdains de Blaivies, 1882, p. 168 f. (P. Z. Round.)

'The Sonnge of Sir Andraye Barton, Knight,' English Miscellanies, edited by James Raine, Surtees Society, vol. lxxxv, p. 64, 1890; from a Manuscript in a hand of the sixteenth century now in York Minster Library.

This very interesting version of Sir Andrew Barton, the editor informs us, was originally No 25 of a ballad-book in small quarto. It came recently "into the possession of the Dean and Chapter of York with a number of papers which belonged in the seventeenth century to the episcopal families of Lamplugh and Davenant." If, as is altogether probable, there were copies of other ballads in the same book in quality as good as this, and if, as is equally probable, no more of the book can be recovered, our only comfort is the cold one of having had losses. In several details this copy differs from that of the Percy Manuscript, but not more than would be expected. The English sail out of the Thames on the morrow after midsummer month, July 1, and come back the night before St. Maudlen's eve, or the night of July 20, stanzas 17, 74. In stanza 42 Barton boasts that he had once sent thirty Portingail heads home salted — 'to eat with bread'! We read in Lesley's History that the Hollanders had taken and spoiled divers Scots ships, and had cruelly murdered and cast overboard the merchants and passengers; in revenge for which Andrew Barton took many ships of that country, and filled certain pipes with the heads of the Hollanders and sent them to the Scottish king. (Ed. 1830, p. 74; ed. 1578, p. 329.) The eating is a ferocious addition of the ballad. Several passages of this copy are corrupted. A throws light upon some of these places, but others remain to me unamendable.

77   'That's Henrye Hunt and Petter Symon,
William Horsley and Petter Symon['s] sonne;
Reward all thoesse fore there paynes,
They did good service att that time.'

78   'Henry Hunt shall have his whistle and chean,
A noble a daie I'le give him,' quoeth hee,
'And his coustome betwexte Trent tid and Tyne,
Soe longe as he doth use the sea.

79   'Petter Symon shall have a crowne a daie,
Halfe a crowne I'le give his sonne;
That was fore a shoott he sente
Sir Andrew Barton with his gune.

80   'Horsley, right I'le make the a knight,
In Yorkshiere shall thy dwellinge be;
My lord Charlies Howwarde shall be an earle,
And soe was never Howward before,' quoth he.

81   'Everye Englishe man shall have eightten pens a daie
That did mainetayne [t]his f eight soe free,
And everye Scotchman a shillinge a daie
Till they come atte my brother Jamie.'

   In eight-line stanzas.
1⁴. chelvellrye. chevachie? or some sort of vallie?
3¹. Yea.
4². farre.
10³. and blause.
10⁴. give the the.
14⁴. height: was interlined.
16². thou's be?
19². sterne. For streemers, see 39², and B 33².
23³. weight.
28³. threscoree.
29⁴. sidde.
30¹. Were yare. Perhaps thare.
30³. by lowe. Cf. A 29² := hull?
32³. you and.
38⁴, 65². weight.
44⁴. xvth.
45². the word.
46³. ninee.
47³. sawee.
52¹. sidde.
54². yea no.
55¹. hether, drinke.
58². noe more.
58⁴, 66². goee.
59³. Probably broode-headed arrowe, as in 56³, 64¹.
59⁴. utuer = outer? bane? But I do not understand.
62⁴. Portingaill they weare: cf. A 59⁴.
72³. xxth.
73³. 5: angles.
75¹. Toe might.
78². An noble.
79⁴. gunee.
81⁴. Jamie, Jamiee.

P. 338 b, IV, 502 b. Gold to bury body. Apollonius of Tyre. So in Gower, Confessio Amantis, bk. viii, ed. Pauli, III, 812; in the English prose Kynge Apollyn of Thyre, Wynkyn de Worde, 1510, c. 19, fol. 48, of Ashbee's fac-simile, 1870; in the German prose Appollonius Tyrus and Appolonius von Tiria, C. Schröder, Griseldis, Apollonius von Tyrus, aus Handschriften herausg., pp. 46, 110, Leipzig, 1873. (G. L. K.)