Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

ANDBALLADS. 47
Or are you returned backe againe
To know more of my love ?
Glafgerion fwore a full great othe,
By oake, and afhe, 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 mee pulled forth a little pen-kniffe,
That hanged by her knee. 80
Sayes, there fhall never noe churles blood
Within my bodye fpring
No churles blood ihall eer defile
The daughter of a kinge.
Home then went Glafgerion, 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,
Jacke, I would tell it thee : 00
$ut if I have not killed a man to night
Jacke, thou hail killed three.
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