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1.484-485 R234194 1 Come follow my Love Come Follow My Love WHen Flora with her fragrant flowers / bedeckt the earth so trim and gay: No stanzas: 116 lines; first lines unclear: WHen Flora with her fragrant flowe[r]s / bedecket the earth so trim and gay:; 2nd page condition: 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 270 x 150, cropped top edge Pepys 1.484-485 Wing T2994C; Rollins (2) 2454 (June 1, 1629, IV, 213); Rollins (2) ?2453 (July 16, 1634, IV, 323, Jno. Wright & partners); Rollins (2) 2255 (Mch. 13, 1656, ii, 37); Rollins (2) 2731 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 497). Woodblock 1: under title and tune, above column 1.: A three masted ship at sail, seen from the port side, flies one flag and two pennants, the flag is quartered by a cross, each quarter containing a diamond, each pennant carries a dark cross in the upper right corner, the forward and center masts carry set sails (two on the center mast), while the aft mast carries a furled sail. An anchor is visible at the fore of the ship.: 64 x 77 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 484 1: 485 A True Relation of the Life and Death of / Sir Andrew Barton, a Pyrate and Rover on the Seas. A True Relation of the Life and Death of Sir Andrew Barton, a Pyrate and Rover on the Seas. A True Relation of the Life and Death of Sir Andrew Barton, a Pirate and Rover on the Seas. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 272 x 163 uneven inking 1681-1684 Printed for I. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. I. Wright, I. Clarke, W.Thackeray, T.Passinger Blagden

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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, King Henry would a Progress ride, over the River Thames past he, Unto a Mountain top also, did walk some pleasure for to see. Where forty Merchans he espy'd, with fifty Sail come towards him, Who then no sooner were arriv'd but on their knees did thus complain, 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, Vext was the King, and turned him, said to his Lords of High degree, Have I ne'r a Lord within my Realm, dare fetch that Traytor unto me? To him reply'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. To him then spake King Henry, I fear my Lord you are too young; No whit at al lmy Liege, quoth he, I hope to prove in valour strong; The Scotish 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. A hundred men the King then said, out of my Realm shall chosen be, Besides Saylors and Ship-boys to guide a great Ship on the Sea: 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. Lord Howard call'd a Gunner then, who was the best in all the Realm, His age was threescore years and ten, and Peter Simon was his name: My Lord call'd then a Bow-man rare, whose active hands had gained fame, A Gentleman born in Yorkshire, and William Horsely was his name: Shortly (quoth he) I must to Sea, to seek a Traytor with good speed,
Of a hundred Bow-men brave, quoth he, I have chosen thee to be head. If you my Lord have chosen me, of a hundred men to be the head, Upon the Main Mast i'le hanged be, of twelvescore miss one shilings bredth Lord Howard then, of courage bold, went to the Sea with pleasant chear, Not curb'd with Winters piercing cold; though it was stormy time of the year. Not long he had been on the Sea, no more in days then number three, But one Henry Hunt there he spy'd, a Merchant of New-castle was he. To him Lord Howard call'd out amain, and strictly charged him to stand, Demanding then from whence he came, or Where he did intend to land: The Merchant then made answer soon, with heavy heart and careful mind. My Lord, my Ship it doth belong, unto Newcastle upon Tine. Canst thou shew me the Lord did say, as thou didst sail by day and night, A Scotish Rover on the Sea, his name is Andrew Barton Knight. Then to him the Merchant sigh'd and said with grieved mind and well away, But overwell I know that wight, I was his Prisoner yesterday: As I (my Lord) did sail from France, a Burdeaux Voyage to take so far, I met with Sir Andrew Barton thence, who rob'd me of my Merchant ware. And mickle depts Gods 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. Shew me him, said Howard then, let me but once the Villain see, And one Penny he hath from thee tane, i'le double the same with shilings three. Now God forbid the Merchant said, I fear your aim that you will miss, God bless you from his Tiranny, for little you know what Man he is. He is brass within, and steel without, his ship most huge and mighty strong With Eighteen pieces of Ordnance, he carrieth on each side along: With beams for his Top Castle, as also being huge and high, That neither English nor Potrugal, can sir Andrew Barton pass by. Hard news thou shew'st, 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. 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 Beams down fall. Lend me seven pieces of Ordnance then, of each side of my ship, quoth he: And to morrow my Lord,'twixt six & seven again I will your honour see.
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. 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. 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. Sir Andrew Barton seeing him thus scornfully to pass by: As though he cared not a pin, for him and all his Company. Then called he his men amain, fetch back yon Pedler, now quoth he, And again this way he comes again, i'le teach him well his courtesie. Fetch me my Lyon out of hand, saith the Lord, with rose & streamer high Set up withal a Willow Wand, that Merchant like I pass by: 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. A piece of Ordnance soon was shot by this proud Pyrate fiercely then, Into Lord Howards middle Deck, which cruel shot kill'd fourteen men. He call'd then Peter Simon he, look now thy Word to stand in stead, For thou shalt be hanged on Main-mast, if thou miss 12 score one penny breadth, Then Peter Simon gave a shot, which did sir Andrew mickle scare: In at his deck it came so hot, kill'd fifteen of his Men of War: 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. Then Henry Hunt with rigour hot, came bravely on the other side, Who likewise shot in at his Deck, and kill'd fifty of his men beside: Then out alas sir Andrew cry'd, what may a Man now think or say? Yon Merchant-thief that pierceth me, he was my Prisoner yesterday. 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. The Lord call'd Horsly now in haste, look that thy word stand now in stead, For thou shalt be hanged on Main-mast, if thou miss 12 score a shilling breadth. Then up Mast-tree swarved he, this stout and mighty Gordion: But Horsly he most happily, shot him under the Collar-bone: Then call'd 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. Then stoutly he began to climb, from off the Mast scorn'd to depart:
But Horsly soon prevented him, and deadly pierc'd him to the heart. 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. Come hither Horsly, said the Lord, see thine Arrow aim aright: Great means to thee I will afford, and if thou speed, i'le make you a Knight. 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 did return again. Then Horsly spyed a private place, with a perfect eye in a secret part: His Arrow swiftly flew apace, and smote Sir Andrew to the heart: 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. And do not, said he, fear English Rogues, and of your foes stand not in awe, But stand fast by Sir Andrews Cross, until you hear my Whistle blow. They never heard his Whistle blow, which made them sore afraid: Then Horsly said, my Lord aboard, for now Sir Andrew Barton's dead. 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. 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. Thus from the Wars Lord Howard came, with mickle joy and triumphing: The Pyrates Head he brought along, for to present unto the King. 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 my give the doom: 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: 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. To the Merchant then the King did say, in lieu of what he hath from thee tane, I give thee a Noble a Day, Sir Andrews Whistle, and his Chain: 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 Horsly I will make thee a Knight, and in Yorkshire thou shalt dwell: Lord Howard shall Earl Burn hight, for this title he deserveth well: Seven Shillings to our English men, who in this fight did stoutly stand, And 12 pence a day to the Scots, till they come to my Brother Kings high Land.
Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.