Francis James Child

“ Will feitch yond traitor vnto mee?'
'Yes, that dare I!' sayes my lord Chareles Howard,
Neere to the king wheras hee did stand;
'If that Your Grace will giue me leaue,
My selfe wilbe the only man.'
'Thou shalt haue six hundred men,' saith our king,
'And chuse them out of my realme soe free;
Besids marriners and boyes,
To guide the great shipp on the sea.'
'I'le goe speake with Sir Andrew,' sais Charles, my lord Haward
'Vpon the sea, if hee be there ”

“ To complaine to my prince Henerye.
'That shall not need,' sais my lord Haward;
'If thou canst lett me this robber see,
Ffor euery peny he hath taken thee froe,
Thou shalt be rewarded a shilling,' quoth hee.
'Now God forefend,' saies Henery Hunt,
'My lord, you shold worke soe farr amisse!
God keepe you out of that traitors hands!
For you wott full litle what a man hee is.
'Hee is brasse within, and steele without,
And beames hee beares in his topcastle stronge ”

“ And if his beames they doe downe fall.'
'This is cold comfort,' sais my Lord Haward,
'To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea;
I'le bring him and his shipp to shore,
Or else into Scottland hee shall carrye mee.'
'Then you must gett a noble gunner, my lord,
Thatcan sett well with his eye,
And sinke his pinnace into the sea,
And soone then ouercome will hee bee.
'And when that you haue done this,
If you chance Sir Andrew for to bord,
Lett no man to his topcastle goe ”

“ Two shipps of warr, before but one.
'Who holpe to this?' sayes King Henerye,
'That I may reward him for his paine:'
'Harry Hunt, and Peeter Simon,
William Horseleay, and I the same.'
'Harry Hunt shall haue his whistle and chaine,
And all his iewells, whatsoeuer they bee,
And other rich giffts that I will not name,
For his good service he hath done mee.
'Horslay, right thoust be a knight,
Lands and liuings thou shalt haue store ”

“ And stoutely made itt both stay and stand.
ou must tell me thy name,' sais Charles, my lord Haward,
'Or who thou art, or from whence thou came,
Yea, and where thy dwelling is,
To whom and where thy shipp does belong.'
'My name,' sayes hee, 'is Henery Hunt,
With a pure hart and a penitent mind;
I and my shipp they doe belong
Vnto the New-castle that stands vpon Tine.'
'Now thou must tell me, Harry Hunt,
As thou hast sayled by day and by night,
Hast thou not heard of a stout robber?
Men calls him Sir Andrew Bartton, knight.'
But euer he sighed, and sayd, Alas! ”

“ My lord Haward wrote to King Heneryes grace,
With all the newes hee cold him bring:
'Such a Newyeeres gifft I haue brought to your Gr [ace]
As neuer did subiect to any king.
'Ffor merchandyes and manhood,
The like is nott to be found ”