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Then Horsely spied a private place, With a perfect eye, in a secret part; Under the spole of his right arm

He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.

"Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew

says,

"A little I'm hurt, but yet not slain;

I'll but lie down and bleed awhile,

And then I'll rise and fight again. Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew

says,

"And never flinch before the foe; And stand fast by St. Andrew's cross,

Until you hear my whistle blow."

They never heard his whistle blow, Which made their hearts wax sore adread:

Then Horsely said, "Aboard, my lord,

For well I wot Sir Andrew's dead."

They boarded then his noble ship, They boarded it with might and main;

Eighteen score Scots alive they found,

The rest were either maimed or slain.

Lord Howard took a sword in hand, And off he smote Sir Andrew's head;

"I must have left England many a day,

If thou wert alive as thou art dead."

He caused his body to be cast

Over the hatchbord into the sea, And about his middle three hundred crowns:

"Wherever thou land, this will bury thee."

Thus from the wars Lord Howard came,

And back he sailed o'er the main; With mickle joy and triumphing

Into Thames' mouth he came

again.

Lord Howard then a letter wrote,

And sealed it with seal and ring: "Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace

As never did subject to a king.

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"Now Peter Simon, thou art old,

I will maintain thee and thy son; And the men shall have five hundred marks

For the good service they have done."

Then in came the queen with ladies fair,

To see Sir Andrew Barton, knight; They weened that he were brought on shore,

And thought to have seen a gallant sight.

But when they see his deadly face, And eyes so hollow in his head, "I would give," quoth the king, thousand marks,

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For that slender body was full o' soul,

And the will is mair than shape; As the skipper saw when they cleared the berg,

And he heard her quarter scrape.

Quo the skipper: "Ye are a lady fair,

And a princess grand to see; But ye are a woman, and a man wad sail

To hell in yer company."

She liftit a pale and a queenly face; Her een flashed, and syne they

swam.

"And what for no to heaven?" she says,

And she turned awa' frae him.

But she took na her han' frae the good ship's helm,

Until the day did daw; And the skipper he spak, but what he said

It was said atween them twa.

And then the good ship, she lay to,
With the land far on the lee;
And up came the king upo' the
deck,

Wi' wan face and bluidshot ee.

The skipper he louted to the king:

"Gae wa', gae wa'," said the king. Said the king, like a prince, "I was a' wrang,

Put on this ruby ring."

And the wind blew lowne, and the stars cam oot,

And the ship turned to the shore; And, afore the sun was up again, They saw Scotland ance more.

That day the ship hung at the pierheid,

And the king he stept on the land. "Skipper, kneel down," the king he said,

"Hoo daur ye afore me stand?"

The skipper he louted on his knee,
The king his blade he drew:
Said the king, "How daured ye con-
tre me?

I'm aboard my ain ship noo.

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And the king he blew a whistle loud; And tramp, tramp, down the pier,

Cam' twenty riders on twenty steeds, Clankin' wi' spur and spear.

"He saved your life!" cried the lady fair;

"His life ye daurna spill!" "Will ye come atween me and my hate?"

Quo the lady, "And that I will!"

And on cam the knights wi' spur and spear,

For they heard the iron ring. "Gin ye care na for yer father's

grace,

Mind ye that I am the king."

"I kneel to my father for his grace, Right lowly on my knee;

But I stand and look the king in the face,

For the skipper is king o' me."

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"When she took the ground, She went to pieces like a lock of hay Tossed from a pitchfork. Ere it came to that,

The captain reeled on deck with two small things,

One in each arm - his little lad and lass.

Their hair was long and blew before his face,

Or else we thought he had been saved; he fell,

But held them fast. The crew, poor luckless souls!

The breakers licked them off; and some were crushed,

Some swallowed in the yeast, some flung up dead,

The dear breath beaten out of them: not one

Jumped from the wreck upon the reef to catch

The hands that strained to reach, but tumbled back

With eyes wide open. But the captain lay

And clung- the only man alive. They prayed

'For God's sake, captain, throw the children here!'

'Throw them!' our parson cried; and then she struck:

And he threw one, a pretty two years' child,

But

the gale dashed him on the slippery verge,

And down he went. They say they heard him cry.

"Then he rose up and took the other

one,

And all our men reached out their hungry arms,

And cried out, Throw her, throw her!' and he did.

He threw her right against the parson's breast,

And all at once a sea broke over them, And they that saw it from the shore

have said

It struck the wreck, and piecemeal scattered it,

Just as a woman might the lump of salt

That 'twixt her hands into the kneading-pan

She breaks and crumbles on her

rising bread.

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