And a harper he was good;
He harped in the king's chamber,
Where cup and candle stood,
And so did he in the queens chamber,
Till ladies waxed wood,
And then bespake the king's daughter,
And these words thus said she.=
Said "strike on, strike on, Glasgerion,
Of thy striking do not blin;
There's never a stroke comes over thine harp,