Willie O Winsbury
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G D A7 The king has been a poor prisoner G A7 G And a prisoner long in Spain D Bm F#m And Willie O the Winsbury D Bm G Has lain long with his daughter Jane.
Verse 2
G D A7 What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Jane G A7 G Why you look so pale and wan? D Bm F#m Have you had any sore sickness D Bm G Or yet been sleeping with a man?
Verse 3
G D A7 I have not had no sore sickness G A7 G Nor yet been sleeping with a man D Bm F#m It is for you my father dear D Bm G For biding so long in Spain.
Verse 4
G D A7 Cast off, cast off, your berry brown gown G A7 G Stand naked on the stone D Bm F#m That I may know you by your shape D Bm G If you be a maiden or none.
Verse 5
G D A7 And shes cast off her berry brown gown G A7 G Stood naked on the stone D Bm F#m her apron was tight and her haunches was round D Bm G Her face was pale and wan.
Verse 6
G D A7 And was it with a lord or a duke or a knight G A7 G Or a man of birth and fame D Bm F#m Or was it with one of my serving men D Bm G While I was a prisoner in Spain?
Verse 7
G D A7 No it wasnt with a lord or a duke or a knight G A7 G Or a man of birth and fame D Bm F#m It was with Willie o Winsbury D Bm G I could bide no longer alone.
Verse 8
G D A7 And the king has called his serving men G A7 G By one by two and by three D Bm F#m Saying, Where is this Willie o Winsbury? D Bm G For hanged he shall be.
Verse 9
G D A7 And when they came before the king G A7 G By one, by two and by three D Bm F#m Willie should have been the first of them D Bm G But the last of them was he.
Verse 10
G D A7 And Willie O the Winsbury G A7 G All dressed out in red silk D Bm F#m His hair hung like the strands of gold D Bm G His breast was white as milk.
Verse 11
G D A7 No wonder, no wonder, the king he said, G A7 G That my daughters love you did win D Bm F#m If I were a woman as I am a man D Bm G In my own bed you would have been.
Verse 12
G D A7 And will you marry my daughter Jane G A7 G By the faith of your right hand? D Bm F#m And Ill make you the lord of my serving men D Bm G Ill make you the heir of my land.
Verse 13
G D A7 Oh yes, Ill marry your daughter Jane G A7 G By the faith of my right hand. D Bm F#m But Ill not be the lord of any men, D Bm G Ill not be the heir to your land.
Verse 14
G D A7 And he raised her up on a milk-white steed G A7 G Himself on a dapple grey D Bm F#m He has made her the lady of as much land D Bm G As she can ride in a long summers day.
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