They never heard his whistle blow, Which made them all full fore afraid, Then Horfely faid, My lord, aboard, For now fir Andrew Barton's dead. Thus boarded they this gallant ship, With right good will, and all their main, Eighteen fcore Scots alive in it, Befides as many more were flain. The lord went where fir Andrew lay, Thus from the wars lord Howard came, Who briefly then to him did fay, Before he knew well what was done, Where is the knight and pirate gay? That I myself may give the doom. You may thank God, then faid the lord, And four men in the fhip, quoth he, That we are fafely come afhore, Sith you never had such an enemy; That is, Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon, William Horfely, and Peters fon; Therefor reward them for their pains, For they did service in their turn. VOL. II. Y То To the merchant then the king did fay, In lieu of what he hath from thee ta'en, I'll give to thee a noble a day, Sir Andrews whistle, and his chain : To Peter Simon a crown a day; And half a crown to Peters fon; And that was for a fhot fo gay, Which bravely brought fir Andrew down. Horfely I will make thee a knight, And twelve pence a day to the Scots till they BALLAD XXIII. JOHNY ARMSTRONGS LAST GOOD-NIGHT. I S there never a man in all Scotland, From the highest eftate to the loweft degree, That can fhow himself now before the king, Scotland is fo full of treachery ? Yes, there is a man in Westmoreland, Yet he keeps eight score men within his hall. He 2 He has horfes and harness for them all, And goodly steeds that be milk-white, With their goodly belts about their necks, With hats and feathers all alike. The king he writes a loving lettèr, When John he look'd this letter upon, Good lord, he look'd as blithe as a bird in a tree : "I was never before a king in my life, My father, my grandfather, nor none of us three. But feeing we must go before the king, Ye shall every one have a velvet coat, And every one shall have a scarlet cloak, But when John he went from Giltnock hall, The wind it blew hard, and full faft it did rain : "Now fare thee well, thou Giltnock-hall, I fear I fhall never see thee again." Now Johny is to Edinburgh gone, With his eight score men fo gallantly, And every one of them on a milk-white fteed, But when John came the king before, With his eight score men fo gallant to fee, The king he mov'd his bonnet to him, He thought he had been a king as well as he. O pardon, pardon, my fovereign liege, And a fubject of yours, my liege, faid he. "Away with thee, thou falfe traitòr, But, to-morrow morning by eight of the clock, Then Johny look'd over his left shouldèr, I have afk'd grace of a graceless face, Then John pull'd out his nut brown sword, John had taken his head from his fair body. "Come, "Come, follow me, my merry men all, We will scorn one foot for to fly, It shall ne'er be faid we were hung like dogs, Then they fought on like champions bold, For their hearts were sturdy, ftout and free, Till they had kill'd all the kings good guard, There was none left alive but two or three. But then rofe up all Edinburgh, Said John, Fight on my merry men all, I am a little wounded, but am not flain, I will lay me down for to bleed a while, Then I'll rife and fight with you again. Then they fought on like madmen all, So there they fought courageously, Till most of them lay dead there and flain; But little Mufgràve that was his foot-page, With his bonny Griffel got away unta'en. Y 3 But |