Gwinnith of Aberwyn

Gwinnith Lord of Aberwyn
A welsh knight widely known
Never, not once, did he sin
So he never need atone

He slew the wicked and the foul
Was a patron to the poor
Though pious never took the cowl
But fought Satan’s maw

Bravely he fought with lance and sword
At jousting he was great
He did all this for the Lord
No monster made him quake

He was the joy of all the court
So greatly did he fight
As for ill they owed him naught
His virtue shined so bright

Until one day in London town
He met a maid so fair
Her name was Anne of the Down
His heart was in her snare

He thought of her both day and night
His heart was so ensnared
Brave men were weeping at the sight
For this love he could not bear

Before he had loved but God alone
And was perfect in his eyes
For no woman had he known
But now aired lovesick sighs

For though she knew what hopes he’d dreamed
His love she’d not return
She’d discard cruelly the love he beamed
His hopes she’d rudely spurn

This rejection hit him like a dart
And he drew his fine made sword
Plunged it deep into his heart
And weep he made the Lord

Darkness covered all the lands
Despair in every heart
That he should die by his own hands
And ride the funeral cart