Translated by Bodmer, I, 73, after Percy; by Knortz, Lieder und Romanzen Alt-Englands, No 59, after Allingham, p. 358. #A# Percy MS., p. 94; Hales and Furnivall, I, 248. 1 Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, And a harp_er_ he was good; He harped in the kings chamber, Where cuppe and candle stoode, And soe did hee in the queens chamber, Till ladies waxed wood. 2 And then bespake the k_ing_s daughter, And these words thus sayd shee: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 Saide, Strike on, strike on, Glasgerrion, Of thy striking doe not blinne; There's neuer a stroke comes ou_er_ thin harpe But it glads my hart w_i_thin. 4 'Faire might you fall, lady!' q_uo_th hee; 'Who taught you now to speak? I haue loued you, lady, seuen yeere; My hart I durst neere breake.' 5 '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.' 6 But hom then came Glasgerryon, A glad man, Lord, was hee: 'And come thou hither, Iacke, my boy, Come hither vnto mee. 7 'For the k_ing_s daughter of Normandye, Her loue is granted mee, And beffore the cocke haue crowen, Att her chamber must I bee.' 8 '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.' 9 But vpp then rose _tha_t lither ladd, And did on hose and shoone; A coller he cast vpon his necke, Hee seemed a gentleman. 10 And when he came to _tha_t ladies chamber, He thrild vpon a pinn; The lady was true of her p_ro_mise, Rose vp and lett him in. 11 He did not take the lady gay To boulster nor to bedd, But downe vpon her chamber-flore Full soone he hath her layd. 12 He did not kisse _tha_t lady gay When he came nor when he youd; And sore mistrusted that lady gay He was of some churlës blood. 13 But home then came _tha_t lither ladd, And did of his hose and shoone, And cast _tha_t coller from about his necke; He was but a churlës sonne: 'Awaken,' q_uo_th hee, 'my m_aste_r deere, I hold it time to be gone. 14 '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 time comes I haue need.' 15 But vp then rose good Glasgerryon, And did on both hose and shoone, And cast a coller about his necke; He was a k_ingë_s sonne. 16 And when he came to _tha_t la_dies_ chamber, He thrild vpon a pinn; The la_dy_ was more then true of p_ro_mise, Rose vp and let him in.