Song of Gwilherm

The Death of Ygonis the Giant

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Bold was Gwilherm’s line,

Steely their resolve,

Where royalty may decline,

And didst dissolve

If in time,

Thus, power starved

Rulers of Brittia, who reduced to swine,

Didst their people involve,

In shedding all that is benign

They lost favour of the divine,

Yet ne’er didst Gwilherm’s line

Fail and decline,

Icy was their exterior,

Unbending their iron,

Lo! Their shie…