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ii And then bespake the King's daughter
And these words thus said she: [' There's never a stroke comes over this harp,
But it glads the heart of me.']
Said, - Strike on, strike on, Glasgerion,
Of thy striking do not blin ; There 's never a stroke comes over thine harp
But it glads my heart within.'
'Fair might you fall, lady.' quoth he;
' Who taught you now to speak ? I have loved you, lady, seven year;
My heart I durst ne'er break.'—
v ' But come to my bower, my Glasgerion,
When all men are at rest; As I am a lady true of my promise,
Thou shalt be a welcome guest.'
But home then came Glasgerion,
A glad man, Lord, was he] ' And come thou hither, Jack, my boy,
Come hither unto me.
' For the King's daughter of Normandye
Her love is granted me; And before the cock have crowen
At her chamber must I be.'
blin] stint, cease.