Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne,
and a harp er he was good,
he harped in the kings Chamber
where cappe & candle yoode,

& soe did hee in the Queens chamber
till ladies waxed wood;
And then bespake the K ing s daughter,
& these words thus sayd shee,

saide, " strike on, strike on, Glasgerrion,
of thy striking doe not blinne,
theres neuer a stroke comes ou er this harpe
but it glads my hart w i thin. "

" faire might you fall, Lady! " q uo th hee,
" who taught you now to speake?
I haue loued you, Lady, 7 yeere;
my hart I durst neere breake. "

" but come to my bower, my Glasgerryon,
when all men are att rest;
as I am a ladie true of my p ro mise,
thou shalt bee a welcome guest. "

but whom then came Glasgerryon,
a glad man, Lord, was hee,
" and come thou hither, Iacke, my boy,
Come hither vnto mee,

" for the K ing s daughter of Normandye,
her loue is granted mee,
& att her chamber must I bee
beffore the cocke haue crowen. "

" but come you hither M aste r, " q uo th hee,
" Lay yo u r head downe on this stone,
for I will waken you, M aste r deere,
afore it be time to gone "

but vpp then rose tha t Lither ladd,
and did on hose & shoone,
A coller he cast vpon his necke,
hee seemed a gentleman.

& when he came to tha t Ladies chamber,
he thrild vpon a pinn.
the Lady was true of her p ro mise,
rose vp & lett him in.

he did not take the lady gay
to boulster nor noe bedd,
but downe vpon her chamber flore
full soone he hath her layd.

he did not kisse tha t Lady gay
when he came nor when he youd;
& sore mistrusted that Lady gay
he was of some churles blood.

but home then came tha t Lither ladd,
& did of his hose & shoone,
& cast tha t Coller from about his necke, —
he was but a churles sonne: —
" awaken, " q uo th hee, " my M aster deere,
" I hold it time to be gone,

" for I haue sadled yo u r horsse, M aste r,
well bridled I haue yo u r steed;
haue not I serued a good breakfast,
when times comes I haue need. "

but vp then rose good Glasgerryon,
& did on both hose and shoone,
& cast a Coller about his necke,
he was a K inge s sonne.

& when he came to tha t La dics chamber
he thrild vpon a pinn;
the La dy was more then true of p ro mise,
rose vp & let him in:

saies, " whether haue you left w i th me
yo u r braclett or yo u r gloue,
Or you are returned backe againe
to know more of my loue? "

Glasgerryon swore a full great othe
by Oake & ashe & thorne,
" Lady! I was neuer in yo u r chamber
sith the time that I was borne. "

" O then it was yo u r litle foote page
falsly hath beguiled me: "
& then shee pulld forth a litle pen-kniffe
tha t hanged by her knee,
says, " there shall neuer noe churles blood
spring w i thin my body. "

but home then went Glasgerryon,
a woe man good was hee,
sayes, " come hither, thou Iacke my boy!
come thou hither to me!

" ffor if I had killed a man to-night,
Iacke, I wold tell it thee:
but if I haue not killed a man to-night,
Iacke, thou hast Killed 3! "

& he puld out his bright browne sword,
& dryed it on his sleeue,
& he smote off that lither ladds head,
& asked noe man noe leaue.

he sett the swords poynt till his brest,
the pumill till a stone:
thorrow tha t falsenese of tha t lither ladd
these 3 liues werne all gone!