Then up the Mast Tree swerved he, Shot him under his Collar-Bone: Then stoutly he began to climb Come hither Horfely, faid the Lord, With right good Will and all his Main, Then Horfely fpy'd a Private Place, With a perfect Eye in a secret Part, And fmote Sir Andrew to the Heart. And do not, faid he, fear English Rogues, : They They never heard his Whistle blow, Thus boarded they this gallant Ship, Befides as many more were slain. Thus from the Wars Lord Howard came Before he well knew what was done, You may thank God, then faid the Lord, Sith you never had fuch an Enemy; To the Merchant therefore the King he said, I'll 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 to Peter's Son; And that was for a Shot fo gay, Which bravely brought Sir Andrew down. Horfely Horfely I will make thee a Knight, Ninety Pounds to our English Men, Who in this Fight did ftoutly stand; Johnny Armstrong's laft Good-night, fhewing how John Armstrong with his Eightscore Men fought a bloody Battle with the Scotch King at Edenborough. To a Northern Tune. Never was Country in the World more infefted with Robbers than the Kingdom of Scotland in former Days. Some few Banditti we have had here in England, but compar'd to their Number they are few indeed; but as a general Hiftory of them would at prefent beforeign to my Purpose, Ifhallconfine myself to the Hero of the following Ballad, whofe Habitation was at no great distance from the River Ewfe; there he had a strong Body of Men under his Command,andallhis Neighbours, even the nearest English, stood in Awe of him, and paid him Tribute. When James V. reign'd in Scotland, and Henry VIII. in England, the former wiiling to fupprefs all Robberies, levied a small Army, march'd out against the Banditti, and pitch'd his Tents hard by the River Ewfe. At this John Armstrong became fenfible |