"O master, master," then quoth hee,

"Lay your head downe on this stone; For I will waken you, master deere,

Afore it be time to gone."

But up then rose that lither ladd,

And hose and shoone did on ;

A coller he cast upon his necke,
Hee seemed a gentleman.

And when he came to the ladyes chamber,
He thrild upon a pinn:

The lady was true of her promise,

And rose and lett him inn.

He did not take the lady gaye

To boulster nor to bed:

[Nor thoughe hee had his wicked wille, A single word he sed.]

He did not kisse that ladyes mouthe,

Nor when he came, nor yode: And sore that ladye did mistrust, He was of some churls bloud.

But home then came that lither ladd,
And did off his hose and shoone;
And cast the coller from off his necke:
He was but a churlès sonne,

"Awake, awake, my deere master,
The cock hath well-nigh crowen;
Awake, awake, my master deere,
I hold it time to be gone.

“For I have saddled your horsse, mastèr, Well bridled I have your steede,

And I have served you a good breakfast,
For thereof ye have need.”

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.

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And when he came to the ladyes chambere, &
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?

Or are you returned back againe
To know more of my love?"

Glasgerion swore a full great othe,
By oake, and ashe, and thorne ;

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"Ladye, I was never in your chambere,

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Sith the time that I was borne."

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"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.

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,

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 :

But if I have not killed a man to-night,

Jacke, thou hast killed three."

And he puld out his bright browne sword, And dryed it on his sleeve,

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And he smote off that lither ladds head, 95 Who did his ladye grieve.

He sett the swords poynt till his brest,

The pummil untill a stone :

Throw the falsenesse of that lither ladd,

These three lives werne all gone.

77, MS. litle.

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GLENKINDIE.

From Jamieson's Popular Ballads and Songs, i. 91. The copy in the Thistle of Scotland, p. 31, is the same.

GLENKINDIE was ance a harper gude,
He harped to the king;

And Glenkindie was ance the best harper
That ever harp'd on a string.

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.

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.

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5-8. These feats are all but equalled by the musician in the Swedish and Danish Harpans Kraft.

"He harped the bark from every tree,

And he harped the young from folk and from fee.

"He harped the hind from the wild-wood home,
He harped the bairn from its mother's womb."

ARWIDSSON, No. 149.

"Villemand takes his harp in his hand,

He goes down by the water to stand.

"He struck the harp with his hand,

And the fish leapt out upon the strand."

GRUNDTVIG, No. 40.

"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'.

And the king but and his nobles a'

Sat birling at the wine ;

And he wad hae but his ae dochter,

To wait on them at dine.

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.

And first he has harpit a grave tune,
And syne he has harpit a gay ;

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17-20. This stanza is found in the opening of Brown Robin. which commences thus:

"The king but and his nobles a'

Sat birling at the wine, [bis]

He would hae nane but his ae daughter

To wait on them at dine.

"She served them but, she served them ben,

Intill a gown o'green;

But her e'e was ay on Brown Robin,

That stood low under the rain," &c.

J.