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Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne,
And a harper 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 kings daughter,
And these words thus sayd shee:
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Saide, Strike on, strike on, Glasgerrion,
Of thy striking doe not blinne;
There's neuer a stroke comes ouer thin harpe
But it glads my hart within.

4

‘Faire might you fall, lady!’ quoth hee;
‘Who taught you now to speake?
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 promise,
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 kings 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 master,’ quoth hee,
‘Lay your head downe on this stone;
For I will waken you, master deere,
Afore it be time to gone.’

9

But vpp then rose that 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 that ladies chamber,
He thrild vpon a pinn;
The lady was true of her promise,
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 that 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 that lither ladd,
And did of his hose and shoone,
And cast that coller from about his necke;
He was but a churlës sonne:
‘Awaken,’ quoth hee, ‘my master deere,
I hold it time to be gone.

14

‘For I haue sadled your horsse, master,
Well bridled I haue your 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 kingës sonne.

16

And when he came to that ladies chamber,
He thrild vpon a pinn;
The lady was more then true of promise,
Rose vp and let him in.

17

Saies, Whether haue you left with me
Your braclett or your gloue?
Or are you returned backe againe
To know more of my loue?’

18

Glasgerryon swore a full great othe,
By oake and ashe and thorne,
‘Lady, I was neuer in your chamber
Sith the time that I was borne.’

19

‘O then it was your litle foote-page
Falsly hath beguiled me:’
And then shee pulld forth a litle pen-kniffe,
That hanged by her knee,
Says, There shall neuer noe churlës blood
Spring within my body.

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But home then went Glasgerryon,
A woe man, good [Lord], was hee;
Sayes, Come hither, thou Iacke, my boy,
Come thou hither to me.

21

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 three!

22

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

23

He sett the swords poynt till his brest,
The pumill till a stone;
Thorrow that falsenese of that lither ladd
These three liues werne all gone.

Glenkindie

GLASGERION—B

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Jamieson's Popular Ballads, I, 93, taken from the recitation of an old woman by Professor Scott, of Aberdeen, and “somewhat improved” by a fragment communicated by the Rev. William Gray, of Lincoln.

1

Glenkindie was ance a harper gude,
He harped to the king;
And Glenkindie was ance the best harper
That ever harpd on a string.

2

He'd harpit a fish out o saut water,
Or water out o a stane,
Or milk out o a maiden's breast,
That bairn had never nane.

3

He's taen his harp intil his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And ay as he harpit to the king,
To haud him unthought lang.

4

‘I'll gie you a robe, Glenkindie,
A robe o the royal pa,
Gin ye will harp i the winter's night
Afore my nobles a'.’

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He's taen his harp intill his hand,
He's harpit them a' asleep,
Except it was the young countess,
That love did waukin keep.

6

And first he has harpit a grave tune,
And syne he has harpit a gay,
And mony a sich atween hands
I wat the lady gae.

7

Says, Whan day is dawen, and cocks hae crawen,
And wappit their wings sae wide,
It's ye may come to my bower-door,
And streek you by my side.

8

But look that ye tell na Gib, your man,
For naething that ye dee;
For, an ye tell him Gib, your man,
He'll beguile baith you and me.

9

He's taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And he is hame to Gib, his man,
As fast as he could gang.

10

‘O mith I tell you, Gib, my man,
Gin I a man had slain?’
‘O that ye micht, my gude master,
Altho ye had slain ten.’

11

‘Then tak ye tent now, Gib, my man,
My bidden for to dee;
And but an ye wauken me in time,
Ye sall be hangit hie.

12

‘Whan day has dawen, and cocks hae crawen,
And wappit their wings sae wide,
I'm bidden gang till yon lady's bower,
And streek me by her side.’

13

‘Gae hame to your bed, my good master;
Ye've waukit, I fear, oer lang;
For I'll wauken you in as good time
As ony cock i the land.’

14

He's taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
Until he harpit his master asleep,
Syne fast awa did gang.

15

And he is till that lady's bower,
As fast as he could rin;

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When he cam till that lady's bower,
He chappit at the chin.

16

‘O wha is this,’ says that lady,
‘That opens nae and comes in?’
‘It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true-love,
O open and lat me in!’

17

She kent he was nae gentle knicht
That she had latten in,
For neither when he gaed nor cam,
Kist he her cheek or chin.

18

He neither kist her when he cam,
Nor clappit her when he gaed,
And in and at her bower window,
The moon shone like the gleed.

19

‘O ragged is your hose, Glenkindie,
And riven is your sheen,
And reaveld is your yellow hair,
That I saw late yestreen.’

20

‘The stockings they are Gib, my man's,
They came first to my hand,
And this is Gib, my man's shoon,
At my bed-feet they stand;
I've reavelld a' my yellow hair
Coming against the wind.’

21

He's taen the harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
Until he cam to his master,
As fast as he could gang.

22

‘Won up, won up, my good master,
I fear ye sleep oer lang;
There's nae a cock in a' the land
But has wappit his wings and crawn.’

23

Glenkindie's tane his harp in hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And he has reachd the lady's bower
Afore that eer he blan.

24

When he cam to the lady's bower,
He chappit at the chin:
‘O wha is that at my bower-door,
That opens na and comes in?’
‘It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true-love,
And in I canna win.’

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25

‘Forbid it, forbid it,’ says that lady,
‘That ever sic shame betide,
That I should first be a wild loon's lass,
And than a young knight's bride.’

26

He's taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And he is hame to Gib, his man,
As fast as he could gang.

27

‘Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man,
Till I pay you your fee;
Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man,
Weel payit sall ye be.’

28

And he has taen him Gib, his man,
And he has hangd him hie,
And he's hangit him oer his ain yate,
As high as high could be.

29

There was nae pity for that lady,
For she lay cald and dead,
But a' was for him, Glenkindie,
In bower he must go mad.

GLASGERION—C

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Kinloch's MSS, III, 139, in the handwriting of John Hill Burton.

1

Glenkinnie was as good a harper
As ever harpet tone;
He harpet fish out o the sea-flood,
And water out of a dry loan,
And milk out o the maiden's breast
That bairn had never neen.

2

He harpit i the king's palace,
He harpit them a' asleep,
Unless it were Burd Bell alone,
And she stud on her feet.

3

‘Ye will do ye home, Glenkinnie,
And ye will take a sleep,
And ye will come to my bower-door
Before the cock's crowing.’

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4

He's taen out his milk-white steed,
And fast away rode he,
Till he came to his ain castle,
Where gold glanced never so hie.

5

‘Might I tell ye, Jeck, my man,
Gin I had slain a man?’
‘Deed might [ye], my good master,
Altho ye had slain ten.’

6

‘I've faun in love wi a gay ladie,
She's daughter to the Queen,
And I maun be at her bower-door
Before the cock's crowing.’

7

He's taen out his master's steed,
And fast awa rode he,
Until he cam to Burd Bell's door,
Where gold glanced never so hie.

8

When he came to Burd Bell's door,
He tirled at the pin,
And up she rose, away she goes,
To let Glenkinnie in.

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10

She looked out at a shot-window,
Atween her and the meen:
‘There is twa lovers beguiled the night,
And I fear I am ane.

11

‘Ye shall na hae to say, Glenkindie,
When you sit at the wine,
That once you loved a queen's daughter,
And she was your footman's quean.’

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