And William a Clowdesle
To shoot with our forrester for forty mark,
And the forrester beat them all three.
5
His mother was neece to the Coventry knight,
Which Warwickshire men call Sir Guy;
For he slew the blue bore that hangs up at the gate,
Or mine host of The Bull tells a lye.
6
Her brother was Gamwel, of Great Gamwel Hall,