You may thanke God, then said the Lord, and foure men in this ship with me, That we are safely come to shore,

sith you never had such an enemy, That's Henry Hunt and Peter Simon, William Horsly and Peter's sonne : Therefore reward them for their paine, for they did service at their turne.

To the Merchant then the King did say, in liew of what he had from thee taine, I give to thee a Noble a day,

sir Andrewes whistle and his Chaine, To Peter Simon a Crowne a day,

and half a Crowne a day to Peter's son, And that was for a shot so gay,

which bravely brought sir Andrew down.

Horsly I will make thee a knight,

and in Yorkeshire there shalt thou dwell, Lord Howard shal Earle of Bury hight, for his title he hath deserved well, Seven shillings to our English men, who to this fight did stoutly stand, And 12 pence a day to the Scots, till they come to my brother King his Land.

XLIII

Henry Martin

IN Scotland there lived three brothers of late,
In Scotland there lived brothers three;
Now, the youngest cast lots with the other two,
Which should go rob on the salt sea.

The lot it did fall to bold Henry Martin-
The youngest of all the three;

And he had to turn robber all on the salt seas,
To maintain his two brothers and he.

He had not been sailing past a long winter's night, Past a long winter's night before day,

Before he espied a lofty, fine ship,

Come sailing all on the salt sea.

'O! where are you bound for?' cried Henry Martin, 'O! where are you bound for?' cried he. 'I'm a rich loaded ship bound for fair England, I pray you to let me pass free.'

'O, no! O, no!' cried Henry Martin,

'O, no! that never can be;

Since I have turned robber all on the salt sea,
To maintain my two brothers and me.

Heave down your main tack, likewise your main tie,
And lig yourself under my lee;

For your rich glowing gold I will take it away,
And your fair bodies drown in the sea.'

Then broadside to broadside they merrily fought,
For fully two hours or three,

When, by chance, Henry Martin gave her a broad-side,
And right down to the bottom went she.

Bad news! bad news! unto old England,

Bad news I tell unto thee;

For your rich glowing gold is all melted away,

And your mariners are drown'd in the salt sea.

XLIV

Sir Walter Raleigh Sailing in the Low-lands

SIR WALTER RALEIGH has built a Ship, in the Neatherlands,

Sir Walter Raleigh has built a Ship

in the Neatherlands,

And it is called the Sweet Trinity,
And was taken by the false Gallaly,
sailing in the Low-lands.

Is there never a Seaman bold
In the Neatherlands ?

Is there never a Seaman bold

in the Neatherlands ?

That will go take this false Gallaly, And to redeem the Sweet Trinity, sailing in the Low-lands?

Then spoke the little Ship-boy

in the Neatherlands,

Then spoke the little Ship-boy

in the Neatherlands,

Master, master, what will you give me?
And I will take this false Gallaly,

And release the Sweet Trinity,

sailing in the Low-lands.

I'le give thee gold, and I'le give thee fee, in the Neatherlands,

I'le give thee gold, and I'le give thee fee, in the Neatherlands,

And my eldest daughter thy wife shall be, sailing in the Low-lands.

He set his breast, and away he did swim, in the Neatherlands,

He set his breast, and away he did swim, in the Neatherlands,

Until he came to the false Gallaly, sailing in the Low-lands.

He had an Augor fit for the (n)once, in the Neatherlands,

He had an Augor fit for the (n)once,

in the Neatherlands;

The which will bore

Fifteen good holes at once,

sailing in the Low-lands.

Some were at Cards, and some at Dice, in the Neatherlands,

Some were at Cards, and some at Dice, in the Neatherlands;

Until the salt water flash'd in their eyes,

sailing in the Low-lands.

Some cut their hats and some cut their caps,

in the Neatherlands,

Some cut their hats and some their caps,

in the Neatherlands;

For to stop the salt-water gaps,

sailing in the Low-lands.

He set his breast and away did swim,

in the Neatherlands,

He set his breast and away did swim, in the Neatherlands;

Until he came to his own Ship again, sailing in the Low-lands.

I have done the work I have promis'd to do in the Neatherlands,

I have done the work I have promis'd to do
in the Neatherlands;

For I have sunk the false Gallaly,
And released the Sweet Trinity,

sailing in the Low-lands.

You promis'd me gold, and you promis'd me fee, in the Neatherlands,

You promis'd me gold, and you promis'd me fee, in the Neatherlands;

Your eldest daughter my wife she must be, sailing in the Low-lands.

You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, in the Neatherlands,

You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, in the Neatherlands;

But my eldest daughter your wife shall never be, for sailing in the Low-lands.

Then fare you well, you cozening Lord,

in the Neatherlands,

Then fare you well, you cozening Lord, in the Neatherlands;

Seeing you are not so good as your word, for sailing in the Low-lands.

And thus I shall conclude my Song, of the sailing in the Low-lands, And thus I shall conclude my Song, of the sailing in the Low-lands:

Wishing all happiness to all Seamen, both old

and young,

in their sailing in the Low-lands.