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THE LEGEND OF SIB GUY. 67
' But first,' neare Winsor, I did slaye
A bore of passing might and strength; so
Whose like in England never was
For hugenesse both in bredth and length.
Some of his bones in Warwieke yett Within the castle there doth lye ;
One of his sheeld-bones to this day as
Hangs in the citye of Coventrye.
On Dunsmore heath I alsoe slewe A monstrous wyld and cruell beast,
Calld the Dun-cow of Dunsmore heath ; Which manye people had opprest. 100
Some of her bones in Warwicke yett
Still for a monument doth lye, And there exposed to lookers viewe,
As wondrous strange, they may espye.
A dragon in Northumberland 105
I alsoe did in fight destroye, Which did bothe man and beast oppresse,
And all the countrye sore annoye.
At length to Warwicke I did come,
Like pilgrim poore, and was not knowne ;
And there I lived a hermitts life m
A mile and more but of the towne.