7. ‘For the king’s daughter of Normandy Her love is granted me, And before the cock have crowen At her chamber must I be.’ 8. ‘But come you hither, master,’ quoth he, ‘Lay your head down on this stone; For I will waken you, master dear, Afore it be time to gone.’ 9. But up then rose that lither lad, And did on hose and shoon; A collar he cast upon his neck, He seemed a gentleman. 10. And when he came to that lady’s chamber, He thrilled upon a pin. The lady was true of her promise, Rose up, and let him in. 11. He did not take the lady gay To bolster nor no bed, But down upon her chamber-floor Full soon he hath her laid. 12. He did not kiss that lady gay When he came nor when he yode; And sore mistrusted that lady gay He was of some churlës blood. 13. But home then came that lither lad, And did off his hose and shoon. And cast that collar from about his neck; He was but a churlës son: ‘Awaken,’ quoth he, ‘my master dear, I hold it time to be gone. 14. ‘For I have saddled your horse, master, Well bridled I have your steed; Have not I served a good breakfast? When time comes I have need.’ 15. But up then rose good Glasgerion, And did on both hose and shoon, And cast a collar about his neck; He was a kingës son. 16. And when he came to that lady’s chamber, He thrilled upon a pin; The lady was more than true of her promise, Rose up, and let him in. 17. Says, ‘Whether have you left with me Your bracelet or your glove? Or are you back returned again To know more of my love?’ 18. Glasgerion swore a full great oath By oak and ash and thorn, ‘Lady, I was never in your chamber Sith the time that I was born.’ 19. ‘O then it was your little foot-page Falsely hath beguiled me’: And then she pull’d forth a little pen-knife That hanged by her knee, Says, ‘There shall never no churlës blood Spring within my body.’ 20. But home then went Glasgerion, A woe man, good [Lord], was he; Says, ‘Come hither, thou Jack, my boy, Come thou thither to me. 21. ‘For if I had killed a man to-night, Jack, I would tell it thee; But if I have not killed a man to-night, Jack, thou hast killed three!’ 22. And he pull’d out his bright brown sword, And dried it on his sleeve, And he smote off that lither lad’s head, And asked no man no leave. 23. He set the sword’s point till his breast, The pommel till a stone; Thorough that falseness of that lither lad These three lives were all gone.