But when hee heard tell that they were come, Full royally hee welcomed them home; Sir Andrewes shipp was the kings Newyeeres guifft; A braver shipp you never saw none. Now hath our king Sir Andrews shipp, Besett with pearles and precyous stones; Now hath England two shipps of warr, Two shipps of war, before but one. ‘Who holpes to this?’ sayes King Henerye, ‘That I may reward him ffor his paine;’ ‘Harry Hunt, and Peeter Simon, William Horseleay, and I the same.’ ‘Harry Hunt shall have his whistle and chaine, And all his iewells, whatsoever 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 livings thou shalt have store; Howard shalbe Erle of Nottingham, And soe was never Haward before. ‘Now, Peeter Simon, thou art old; I will maintaine thee and thy son; Thou shalt have five hundred pound all in gold, Ffor the good service that thou hast done.’ Then King Henerye shiffted his roome; In came the Queene and ladyes bright; Other arrands they had none But to see Sir Andrew Bartton, knight. But when they see his deadly fface, His eyes were hollow in his head; ‘I wold give a hundred pound,’ sais King Henerye, ‘The man were alive as hee is dead! ‘Yett for the manfull part that hee hath playd, Both heere and beyond the sea, His men shall have halfe a crowne a day To bring them to my brother, King Iamye.’ _JOHN DORY._ As it fell on a holy-day, and upon an holy-tide-a, John Dory bought him an ambling nag, to Paris for to ride-a: And, when John Dory to Paris was come, a little before the gate-a, John Dory was fitted, the porter was witted, to let him in thereat-a. The first man that John Dory did meet, was good King John of France-a; John Dory could well of his courtesie, but fell down in a trance-a: ‘A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king, for my merie men and for me-a; And all the churles in merie England, Ile bring them all bound to thee-a.’ And Nicholl was then a Cornish man, a little beside Bohide-a. And he mande forth a good blacke barke, with fiftie good oares on a side-a. ‘Run up, my boy, unto the maine-top, and looke what thou canst spie-a.’ ‘Who ho! who ho! a goodly ship I do see, I trow it be John Dory-a.’ They hoist their sailes, both top and top, the meisseine and all was tride-a; And every man stood to his lot, whatever should betide-a. The roring cannons then were plide, and dub-a-dub went the drumme-a; The braying trumpets lowd they cride to courage both all and some-a.