The Capture of St. Jean d’Acre 333 The Borneo Heroes 334 The Slave Chase 335 The Russians Won’t Come Out 336 Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate 337 Notes 339 Index of First Lines 365 Index of Proper Names 370 Index of Ships 382 Index of Tunes 386 [Illustration] SONGS AND BALLADS _THE BATTLE OF SLUYS._ Lithes and the batail I sal bigyn of Inglisch men and Normandes in the Swin. Minot with mowth had menid to make Suth sawes and sad for sum mens sake; The wordes of sir Edward makes me to wake, Wald he salue vs sone mi sorow suld slake; War mi sorow slaked sune wald I sing: When God will sir Edward sal vs bute bring. Sir Philip the Valas cast was in care; And said sir Hugh Kyret to Flandres suld fare, And haue Normondes inogh to leue on his lare, All Flandres to brin and mak it all bare; Bot, vnkind coward, wo was him thare: When he sailed in the Swin it sowed him sare; Sare it tham smerted that ferd out of ffrance; Thare lered Inglis men tham a new daunce. The buriase of Bruge ne war noght to blame; I pray Ihesu saue tham fro sin and fro schame, For thai war sone at the Sluse all by a name, Whare many of the Normandes tok mekill grame. When Bruges and Ipyre hereof herd tell, Thai sent Edward to wit that was in Arwell; Than had he no liking langer to dwell, He hasted him to the Swin with sergantes snell, To mete with the Normandes that fals war and fell, That had ment if thai might al Flandres to quell. King Edward vnto sail was ful sune dight With erles and barons and many kene knight: Thai come byfor Blankebergh on Saint Ions night; That was to the Normondes a well sary sight, Yit trumped thai and daunced with torches ful bright, In the wilde waniand was thaire hertes light. Opon the morn efter, if I suth say, A meri man, sir Robard out of Morlay, At half eb in the Swin soght he the way; Thare lered men the Normandes at bukler to play; Helpid tham no prayer that thai might pray; The wreches er wonnen thaire wapin es oway. The Erle of Norhamton helpid at that nede, Als wise man of wordes and worthli in wede, Sir Walter the Mawnay, God gif him mede, Was bold of body in batayl to bede.