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R185702 1 Come follow my Love. UNKNOWN Come follow my Love. WHen Flora with her fragrant flowers / bedect the earth so trim and gay, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1305 1: 1305 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. Printer A.M. ?-? A.M.

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WHen Flora with her fragrant flowers bedect the Earth so trim and gay, And Neptune with her dainty showers, came to present the month of May: King Henry would a Hunting ride, over the River of Thames past he, Unto a Mountain top also, did walk some pleasure for to see. 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: 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'er a Lord within my Realm, dare fetch that Traytor unto me? To him reply'd Lord Charles Howard, I will my Leige with heart and hand, If it please you grant me leave, he said, I will perform what you command. To him then speak King Henry, I fear my Lord you are too Young, No whit at all my Leige, 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 Sailors 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 three score years & 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 York-shire, and William Horsely was his name: Horsely (quoth he) I must to Sea, to seek a Traytor with good speed, Of a hundred Bowmen brave, (quoth he) I have chosen thee to be the head. If you, my Lord, have chosen me
of a hundred men to be the head, Upon the main Mast i'll Hanged be, if twelve score I miss one shillings breadth. Lord Howard then of Courage bold, went to the Seas with pleasant chear, Not curb'd with Winteres piercing cold, though it was the stormy time of the year. Not long he had been on the Sea, no more in days than number three, But one Henry Hunt there he epy'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 New-castle 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 the Merchant sigh'd and said, with grieved mind and well away, But over-well 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 muckle debts God knows I owe, and every man doth crave his own, And I am bound to London now, of our gracious King to beg a boon. Shew me him, said Lord Howard then, let me once the Villain see, And every Penny he hath from the tane, I'll double the same with Shillings three. 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 Portugal, 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'll bring him a[boar]d, 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, said he, And tomorrow, my Lord, again I will your honour see. A Glass i'll set that may be seen, whither you Sail by day or night, And tomorrow besure before seven, you shall see Sir Andwew Barton Knight
The merchan 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 e'er this way he comes again, i'll 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 may pass by. Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass. and on Anchor rise so high; No Top-sail at last he cast, but as a Foe 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 called then Peter Simon, he, look how thy word do stand instead, 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 fear, 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 killed 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 Gordian 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 Horsely now in haste, look that thy word now stand instead, For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast, if thou miss 12 score a shillings breadth. Then up mast tree swerved he, this stout and mighty Gordion; But Horsely he most happily, Shot him under the Collar bone. Then called 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 Horsely 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 Arrows Dread. Come hither Horsely (said the Lord) see thou thy Arrows aim aright, Great means to thee I will afford, & if thou speed'st i'll make the a Knight. Sir Andrew did climb up the tree, with right good will and all his main, Then upon the breast hit Horsely he, till the Arrow did return again. Then Horsely spyed a private place, with a perfect eye in a secret part, His Arrow swiftly slew apace, and smote Sr Andrew to the heart. Fight on, fight on, my merry men all, a littel I am hurt, yet not slain, I'll but lye down and bleed a while, and come and fight with you again. They never heard his whistle blow, which made them all full sore afraid, Then Horsely 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 was slain. The Lord went where Sir Andrew lay, and quickly thence Cut off his head, I should forsak'd 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 our King. Who briefly then to him did say, before he knew well what was done, Where is the Knight and Pyrate gay, that I myself may 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 never had such an Enemy. That is Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon, William Horsely 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 to thee a Noble a Day, Sir Andrew's Whistle and his Chain. To Peter Simon a Crown a Day, and half a Crown a Day to Peter's Son, And that was for a shot so gay, which bravely brought Sir Andrew down Horsely I will make thee a Knight, and in York-shire thou shalt dwell: Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight, for this Title he deserveth well. S[e]ven shillings to our English men, who in the Fight did stoutly stand, And 12 Pence a Day to the Scots, till they come to my Brother Kings high Land.
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