Then up the Mast Tree fwerved he, Shot him under his Collar-Bone : From off the Maft fcorn'd to depart; And deadly pierc'd him to the Heart. Come hither Horfely, faid the Lord, And if thou speedst I'll make thee Knight. With right good Will and all his Main, Then upon the Breast hit Horfely he, 'Till the Arrow did return again. Then Horfely fpy'd a Private Place, With a perfect Eye in a fecret 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, Besides as many more were flain. 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 such an Enemy; To the Merchant therefore the King he said, I'll give to thee a Noble a Day, Sir Andrew's Whiftle 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, 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 be foreign 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 Menunder his Command, and all his 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 willing to fupprefs all Robberies, levied a fmall Army, march'd out against the Banditti, and pitch'd his Tents hard by the River Ewfe. At this John Armstrong became fenfible |