%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Pleasant and Renowned SONG of / Sir GUY, Earl of Warwick: / Shewing, The valiant DEEDS archiev'd by that Noble Knight: / Also how he liv'd in a Cave as a Hermit, and of his Sickness and Death. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/04/2011 31431

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T42473 1 Was ever Man, &c. UNKNOWN Was Ever Man, etc. WAS ever Knight for Lady's Sake / So crost in Love, as I Sir Guy? Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 708 3: 709 A Pleasant and Renowned SONG of / Sir GUY, Earl of Warwick: / Shewing, The valiant DEEDS archiev'd by that Noble Knight: / Also how he liv'd in a Cave as a Hermit, and of his Sickness and Death. ?-?

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WAS ever Knight for Ladys Sake So crost in Love, as I Sir Guy? For Phillis fair, that Lady bright, As ever Man beheld with Eye: She gave me Leave myself to try The valiant Knight with Shield and Spear, Eer that her Love she would grant me, Which made me venture far and near. The proud Sir Guy, a Baron bold, In Deeds of Arms the doughty Knight, That every Day in England was, With Sword and Spear in Field to fight: An Englishman I was by Birth, In Faith of Christ, a Christian true; The wicked Laws of Infidels I sought by Power to subdue.
Two hundred twenty Years and odd, After our Saviour Christ his Birth, When King Athelstone wore the Crown, I lived here upon the Earth: Some Time I was of Warwick Earl, And as I said, on very Truth, A Ladys Love did me constrain To seek great Ventures in my Youth. To try my Fame by Force of Arms, In strange and sundry Heathen Lands, Where I atchieved for her Sake, Right dangerous Conquests by my Hands. For first I saild to Normandy, And there I stoutly won in Fight The Emperors Daughter of Almain, From many a valiant worthy Knight.
Then passed I the Seas of Greece, To help the Emperor to his Right, Against the mighty Soldans Host Of Persians to fight: Where I did slay of Sarazens, And Heathen Pagans many a Man; And slew the Soldans Cousin dear, Besides the haughty Colbron. Exkeldred, the famous Knight, To Death likewise I did pursue; And Almain, King of Tyre also, Most terrible in Fight to view, I went into the Soldans Host, Being thither on Embassage sent: And brought away his Head with me, I having slain him in his Tent. There was a Dragon in the Land, Which I also myself did slay, As he a Lion did pursue, Most fiercely met me by the Way: From thence I passd the Seas of Greece, And came to Pavy Land aright, Where I the Duke of Pavy killd, His heinous Treason to requite. And after came into this Land, Towards fair Phillis Lady bright; For Love of whom I travelld far, To try my Manhood and my Might: But when I had espoused her, I staid with her but forty Days; But then I left this Lady bright, And then I went beyond the Seas. All clad in Grey, in Pilgrim sort, My Voyage from her I did take Unto that blessed Holy Land, For Jesus Christ my Saviours Sake: Where I Earl Jonas did redeem, And all his Sons that were Fifteen, Who with the cruel Sarazen, In Prison for long Time had been. I slew the Giant Amarant, In Battle fiercely Hand to Hand; And doughty Barknard killed I, The mighty Duke of that same Land: Then I to England came again, And here with Colbron fell I fought; An ugly Giant, that the Danes Had for their Champion hither brought. I overcame him in the Field, And slew him dead right valiantly; Where I the Land did then redeem From Danish Tribute utterly:
And afterwards I offerd up The Use of Weapons solemnly At Winchester, when as I fought In Sight of many far and nigh. In Windsor Forest I did slay A Boar of passing Might and Strength, The like in England never was In Bigness both for Breath and Length: Some of his Bones in Warwick yet Within the Castle there do lie; One of his Shield-bones to this Day Hangs in the City of Coventry. On Dunsmore-heath I also slew A monstrous, wild, and cruel Beast, Calld, The Dun Cow bf Dunsmore-heath, Which many People had opprest: Some of her Bones in Warwick yet, Still for a Monument do lie, Which unto every Lookers View, As Wonders strange they may espy. And the Dragons in the Land, I also did in Sight destroy, That did both Man and Beast oppress, And all the Country sore annoy: And then to Warwick came again Like Pilgrim poor, and was not known; And there I livd a Hermits Life, A Mile and more out of the Town. Where with my Hands I hewd a House Out of a craggy Rock of Stone, And lived like a Palmer poor, Within that Cave myself alone: And daily came to beg my Food Of Phillis, at my Castle-gate; Not known unto my loving Wife, Who daily mourned for her Mate. Till at the last I fell sore Sick, Yea, sore so Sick, that I must die; I sent to her a Ring of Gold, By which she knew me presently: Then she repaired to the Cave, Before that I gave up the Ghost, Herself closd up my dying Eyes, My Phillis fair whom I lovd most. Thus dreadful Death did me arrest, To bring my Corpse unto the Grave; And like Palmer died I, Whereby I hope my Soul to save: My Body in Warwick yet doth lie, Though it is now consumd to Mould; My Stature was engraven i[n] Stone, This present Day you may behold.