%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A pleasant Song of the Valiant Deeds of Chivalry / Atchiev'd by that / Noble Knight, Sir GUY of Warwick, / Who for the Love of Fair PHILLIS became a Hermet, and died in a Cave of / a Craggy Rock a Mile distant from Warwick. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/12/2021 37354

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R181883 1 Was ever Man, &c. Guy of Warwick Was Ever Man, etc. WAs ever Knight for Lady's sake, / so tost in love, as I, Sir Guy; British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 17 2: 18 A pleasant Song of the Valiant Deeds of Chivalry / Atchiev'd by that / Noble Knight, Sir GUY of Warwick, / Who for the Love of Fair PHILLIS became a Hermet, and died in a Cave of / a Craggy Rock a Mile distant from Warwick. A pleasant Song of the Valiant Deeds of Chivalry Achieved by that Noble Knight, Sir GUY of Warwick, Who for the Love of Fair PHYLLIS became a Hermit, and died in a Cave of a Craggy Rock a Mile distant from Warwick. Printer W.O. ?-? W.O.

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WAs ever Knight for Lady's sake, so tost 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, E're 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 English Man 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 Athelston wore the crown, I lived here upon the earth;
Sometime I was of Warwick Earl, and as I said on very truth, A Lady's love did me constrain to seek strange ventures in my youth. To try my fame by feats of arms, in strange and sundry Heathen lands, Where I atchieved for her sake right dangerous conquests with my hands; For first I sail'd to Normandy, and there I stoutly won in sight, The Emperour's Daughter of Almain, from many a valiant worthy Knight. Then passed I the seas of Greece, to help the Emperour to his right, Against the mighty Soldan's Host, of puissant Persians for to fight: Where I did slay of Sarazens, and Heathen Pagans many a Man, And slew the Soldan's Cousin dear, who had to name, Doughty Colbron.
Ezkeldered that famous Knight, to death likewise I did pursue, And Almain, King of Tyre also, most terrible too in fight to view: I went into the Soldian's Host, being thither on Ambassage 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 past the seas of Greece, and came to Pavy land aright, Where I the Duke of Pavy kill'd, his hanious treason to requite. And after came into this land, towards fair Phillis Lady bright, For love of whom I travell'd far, to try my manhood and my might: But when I had espoused her, I stay with her but forty days, But there I left this Lady fair, and then I went beyound the seas. All clad in gray in Pilgrim sort, my voyage from her I did take, Unto that blessed holy land, for Jesus Christ my Saviour's sake: Where I Earl Jonas did redeem, and all his Sons which were fifteen, Who with the cruel Sarazen, in prison for long time had been.
I slew the Gyant 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 Gyant, which 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 offered up the use of weapons solemnly, At Winchester, whereas I fought, in sight of many far nigh. In Windsor-forrest I did slay a Boar of passing might and strength, The like in England never was, for hugeness both in breadth and length, Some of his bones in Warwick yet, within the castle there do lye; 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, Call'd the dun-cow of Dunsmore-heath, which many People had opprest; Some of her bones in Warwick yet still for a monument doth lie, Which unto every Looker's view, as wondrous strange they may espy.
And the dragon in the land, I also did in fight destroy, Which did both Men and beasts oppress, and all the Country sore annoy: And then to Warwick came again, like Pilgrim poor, and was not known, And there I liv'd a Hermit's life, a mile and more out of the town. Where with my hand I hew'd 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, sick so sore that I must dye, 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 clos'd up my dying eyes, my Phillis fair, whom I lov'd most. Thus dreadful Death, did me arrest, to bring my corpse unto the grave, And like a Palmer dyed I, whereby I hope my soul to save: My body in Warwick yet doth lye, though now it is consum'd to mould, My stature was engraven in stone, this present day you may behold.
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