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Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne	A
And a harper he was goode	B
He harped in the kings chambere	C
Where cuppe and caudle stoode	B
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And soe did hee in the queens chambere	C
Till ladies waxed 'glad '	-
And then bespake the kinges daughter	C
And these wordes thus shee sayd	B
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'Strike on strike on Glasgerion	A
Of thy striking doe not blinne	A
Theres never a stroke comes oer thy harpe	D
But it glads my hart withinne '	-
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'Faire might he fall ' quoth hee	E
'Who taught you nowe to speake	F
I have loved you ladye seven longe yeere	C
My minde I neere durst breake '	-
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'But come to my bower my Glasgerion	A
When all men are att rest	B
As I am a ladie true of my promise	G
Thou shalt bee a welcome guest '	-
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Home then came Glasgerion	A
A glad man lord was hee	E
'And come thou hither Jacke my boy	H
Come hither unto mee	E
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'For the kinges daughter of Normandye	I
Hath granted mee my boone	A
And att her chambere must I bee	E
Beffore the cocke have crowen	A
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'O master master ' then quoth hee	E
'Lay your head downe on this stone	A
For I will waken you master deere	C
Afore it be time to gone '	-
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But up then rose that lither ladd	B
And hose and shoone did on	A
A coller he cast upon his necke	F
Hee seemed a gentleman	A
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And when he came to the ladyes chamber	C
He thrild upon a pinn	A
The lady was true of her promise	G
And rose and lett him inn	A
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He did not take the lady gaye	I
To boulster nor to bed	B
'Nor thoughe hee had his wicked wille	J
A single word he sed '	-
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He did not kisse that ladyes mouthe	K
Nor when he came nor yode	B
And sore that ladye did mistrust	B
He was of some churls bloud	B
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But home then came that lither ladd	B
And did off his hose and shoone	A
And cast the coller from off his necke	F
He was but a churcles sonne	A
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'Awake awake my deere master	C
The cock hath well nigh crowen	A
Awake awake my master deere	C
I hold it time to be gone	A
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'For I have saddled your horse master	C
Well bridled I have your steede	B
And I have served you a good breakfast	B
For thereof ye have need '	-
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Up then rose good Glasgerion	A
And did on hose and shoone	A
And cast a coller about his necke	F
For he was a kinge his sonne	A
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And when he came to the ladyes chambere	C
He thrilled upon the pinne	A
The lady was more than true of promise	G
And rose and let him inn	A
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'O whether have you left with me	E
Your bracelet of your glove	L
Or are you returned backe againe	A
To know more of my love '	-
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Glasgerion swore a full great othe	K
By oake and ashe and thorne	A
'Ladye I was never in your chambere	C
Sith the time that I was borne '	-
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'O then it was your lither footpage	M
He hath beguiled mee '	-
Then shee pulled forth a little penkniffe	L
That hanged by her knee	A
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Sayes 'There shall never noe churles blood	B
Within my bodye spring	F
No churles blood shall eer defile	J
The daughter of the kinge '	-
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Home then went Glasgerion	A
And woe good lord was hee	A
Sayes 'Come thou hither Jacke my boy	H
Come hither unto mee	A
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'If I had killed a man to night	B
Jacke I would tell it thee	A
But if I have not killed a man to night	B
Jacke thou hast killed three '	-
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And he puld out his bright browne sword	B
And dryed it on his sleeve	L
And he smote off that lither ladds head	B
Who did his ladye grieve	L
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He sett the swords poynt till his brest	B
The pummil until a stone	A
Throw the falsenesse of that lither ladd	B
These three lives were all gone	A

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