h that the pinnace it shot off,
Full well lord Howard might it ken;
For it stroke down my lord's fore mast,
And killed fourteen of his men.
Come hither, Simon, says my lord,
Look that thy word be true, thou said;
For at my main-mast thou shalt hang,
If thou miss thy mark one shilling bread.

Simon was old, but his heart it was bold,
His ordinance he laid right low;
He put in chain full nine yards long,
With other great shot less, and moe;
And he let go his great gun's shot:
So well he settled it with his ee,
The first sight that Sir Andrew saw,
He saw his pinnace sunk in the sea.

And when he saw his pinnace sunk,
Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!
Now cut my ropes, it is time to be gone;
I'll fetch yon pedlars back mysel'.
When my lord saw Sir Andrew loose,
Within his heart he was full fain:
Now spread your ancients, strike up drums,
Sound all your trumpets out amain.

Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,
Well howsoever this gear will sway;[121]
It is my lord admiral of England,
Is come to seek me on the sea.
Simon had a son, who shot right well,
That did Sir Andrew mickle scare;
In at his deck he gave a shot,
Killed threescore of his men of war.

Then Henry Hunt with rigour hot
Came bravely on the other side,
Soon he drove down his fore-mast tree,
And killed fourscore men beside.
Now, out alas! Sir Andrew cried,
What may a man now think, or say?
Yonder merchant thief, that pierceth me,
He was my prisoner yesterday.

Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,
That aye wast ready at my call;
I will give thee three hundred marks,
If thou wilt let my beams down fall.
Lord Howard he then call'd in haste,
Horseley see thou be true instead;
For thou shalt at the main-mast hang,
If thou miss, twelvescore, one penny bread.

Then Gordon swarved[122] the main-mast tree,
He swarved it with might and main;
But Horseley with a bearing arrow,
Stroke the Gordon through the brain;
And he fell into the hatches again,
And sore his deadly wound did bleed:
Then word went through Sir Andrew's men,
How that the Gordon he was dead.

Come hither to me, James Hambilton,
Thou art my only sister's son,
If thou wilt let my beams down fa