"For I have saddled your horsse, master,
Well bridled I have your steede,
And I have served you a good breakfast,
For thereof ye have need."60
Up then rose good Glasgerion,
And did on hose and shoone,
And cast a coller about his necke:
For he was a kinge his sonne.
And when he came to the ladyes chambere,65
He thrilled upon the pinne;
The ladye was more than true of promise,
And rose and let him inn.
"O whether have you left with me
Your bracelet or your glove?70
Or are you returned back againe
To know more of my love?"
Glasgerion swore a full great othe,
By oake, and ashe, and thorne;
"Ladye, I was never in your chambere,75
Sith the time that I was borne."
"O then it was your [lither] foot-page,
He hath beguiled mee:"
Then shee pulled forth a little pen-knìffe,
That hanged by her knee.80
Sayes, "there shall never noe churlès blood
Within my bodye spring:
No churlès blood shall e'er defile
The daughter of a kinge."
Home then went Glasgerion,85
And woe, good lord! was hee:
Sayes, "come thou hither, Jacke my boy,
Come hither unto mee.
"If I had killed a man to-night,
Jack, I would tell it thee:90
But if I have not killed a man to-night,
Jacke, thou hast killed three."