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The first man that Lord Howard chose,
Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,
Though he was threescore years and
Good Peter Simon was his name. "Peter," says he, "I must to the
To bring home a traitor live or dead;
Before all others I have chosen thee, Of a hundred gunners to be the head."
"If you, my lord, have chosen me Of a hundred gunners to be the head,
Then hang me up on your mainmast tree,
If I miss my mark one shilling bread."*
My lord then chose a bowman rare, Whose active hands had gained fame;
In Yorkshire was this gentleman born,
And William Horseley was his
"Horseley," said he, "I must with speed
Go seek a traitor on the sea, And now of a hundred bowmen brave
To be the head I have chosen thee."
"If you," quoth he, "have chosen
Of a hundred bowmen to be the head,
On your mainmast I'll hangèd be, If I miss twelvescore one penny bread."
With pikes, and guns, and bowmen bold,
This noble Howard is gone to the
"Thou must tell me," Lord Howard said,
With a valiant heart and a pleasant cheer,
Out at Thamés mouth sailed he. And days he scant had sailed three,
Upon the journey he took in hand, But there he met with a noble ship, And stoutly made it stay and
And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,
And every man will have his own, And I am now to London bound,
Of our gracious king to beg a boon." "Thou shalt not need," Lord Howard says;
"Let me but once that robber see, For every penny tane thee fro It
shall be doubled shillings three." "Now God forfend," the merchant said, "That you should seek so far amiss!
God keep you out of that traitor's hands!
Full little ye wot what a man he is. "He is brass within, and steel without,
With beams on his topcastle strong; And eighteen pieces of ordinance He carries on each side along.