ANDREW BARTON Andrew Barton As itt beffell in midsummer-time, When burds singe sweetlye on euery tree, Our noble king, King Henery the Eighth, Ouer the river of Thames past hee. Hee was no sooner ouer the riuer, Downe in a fforrest to take the ayre, But Eighty merchants of London cittye Came kneeling before King Henery there. “O yee are … Weiterlesen →