Hast thou not heard, nowe, Henrye Hunt, As thou hast sayled by daye and by night, Of a Scottish rover on the seas; Men call him Sir Andrew Barton, knight? As I was sayling uppon the sea, And every man will have his owne, Of our gracious king to beg a boone. That shall not need, Lord Howard sais; It shall be doubled shillings three. Nowe Gode forefend, the merchant said, That you shold seek soe far amisse! God keepe you out of that traitors hands! Full litle ye wott what a man hee is. This is cold comfort, sais my lord, To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea: Yet Ile bring him and his shipp to shore, Or to Scottland hee shall carrye mee. 120 Then a noble gunner you must have, And he must aim well with his ee, And sinke his pinnace into the sea, Or else hee never orecome will bee: And if you chance his shipp to borde, This counsel I must give withall, Let no man to his topcastle goe To strive to let his beams downe fall. 90 And seven pieces of ordinance, 95 100 Hee is brasse within, and steele without, 105 With beames on his topcastle stronge; And eighteen pieces of ordinance He carries on each side along: St. Andrewes crosse that is his guide; 110 His pinnace beareth ninescore men, And fifteen canons on each side. Were ye twentye shippes, and he but one; V. 91, The MS. has here Arch-borde, but in Part II. v. 5, Hachebord. It should seem from hence, that before our marine artillery was brought to its present perfection, some naval commanders had recourse to instruments or machines, similar in use, though perhaps unlike in construction, to the heavy Dolphins made of lead or iron used by the ancient Greeks; which they suspended from beams or yards fastened to the mast, and which they precipitately let fall on the enemies' ships, in order to sink them, by beating I pray your honour lend to mee, On each side of my shipp along, 125 130 20 Now by the roode, three yeares and more With that the pinnace itt shott off, Full well Lord Howard might it ken; 25 30 Looke that thy word be true, thou said; Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold, He see his pinnace sunke in the sea. And when he saw his pinnace sunke, 35 40 Lord, how his heart with rage did swell! "Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon; Ile fetch yond pedlars backe mysell." When my Lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose, 45 Within his heart hee was full faine: "Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes, Sound all your trumpetts out amaine." Fight on, my men, Sir Andrewe sais, Itt is my lord admirall of England, Is come to seeke mee on the sea. Against the Portingalls hee it ware; And when he had on this armour of proofe, He was a gallant sight to see: Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight, My deere brothèr, could cope with thee." Come hither, Horseley, sayes my lord, And looke your shaft that itt goe right, Shoot a good shoote in time of need, 105 And for it thou shalt be made a knight. But if I were hanged at your maine-mast, 110 Ver. 67, 84, pounds, MS. V. 75, bearings, sc. that carries well, &c. But see Gloss. XIII. Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament. A SCOTTISH SONG. THE subject of this pathetic ballad the Editor once thought might possibly relate to the Earl of Bothwell, and his desertion of his wife Lady Jean Gordon, to make room for his marriage with the Queen of Scots. But this opinion he now believes to be groundless; indeed Earl Bothwell's age, who was upwards of sixty at the time of that marriage, renders it unlikely that he should be the object of so warm a passion as this elegy supposes. He has been since informed, that it entirely refers to a private story. A young lady of the name of Bothwell, or rather Boswell, having been, together with her child, deserted by her husband or lover, composed these affecting lines herself; which here are given from a copy in the Editor's folio MS., corrected by another in Allan Ramsay's Miscellany. BALOW, my babe, lye still and sleipe! Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe, Whan he began to court my luve, When sugar was first imported into Europe, it was a very great dainty; and therefore the epithet sugred is used by all our old writers metaphorically to express extreme and delicate sweetness. (See above, No. XI. v. 10.) Sugar at present is cheap and common; and therefore suggests now a coarse and vulgar idea. 31 XIV. The Murder of the King of Scots. To bee a prince unto a peere: But you have heard, and soe have I too, THE catastrophe of Henry Stewart, Lord | To be a king is a pleasant thing, There was an Italyan in that place, Henry Lord Darnley was eldest son of the Earl of Lennox, by the Lady Margaret Douglas, niece of Henry VIII., and daughter of Margaret Queen of Scotland by the Earl of Angus, whom that princess married after the death of James IV.-Darnley, who had been born and educated in England, was but in his 21st year when he was murdered, Feb. 9, 1567-8. This crime was perpetrated by the Earl of Bothwell, not out of respect to the memory of Riccio, but in order to pave the way for his own marriage with the queen. This ballad (printed, with a few corrections, from the Editor's folio MS.) seems to have been written soon after Mary's escape into England in 1568, see v. 65.-It will be remembered; at v. 5, that this princess was Queen Dowager of France, having been first married to Francis II., who died Dec. 4, 1560. WOE worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande! 10 15 If the king had risen forth of his place, Some lords in Scotlande waxed wrothe, Twelve daggers were in him att once. 21 When the queene saw her chamberlaine was slaine, 25 For him her faire cheeks shee did weete, sheete. Then some of the lords they waxed wrothe, And made their vow all vehementlye; 30 With gun-powder they strewed his roome, To bedd the king he made him bowne; To take his rest was his desire; 35 But his chamber was on a blasing fire. 40 Up he lope, and the window brake, And hee had thirtye foote to fall; Ver. 15, sic. MS. |