Fell by the prowess of our champion brave,
And his huge body found an English grave.
But what to Guy were men, or great or small,
Or one or many?—he despatch’d them all;
A huge dun Cow, the dread of all around,
A master-spirit in our hero found:
’Twas desolation all about her den—
Her sport was murder, and her meals were men.
At Dunmore Heath the monster he assail’d, 40
And o’er the fiercest of his foes prevail’d.