Willie O Winsbury

C G Em D The king he has been a poor prisoner, C D C And a prisoner long in Spain, G C Bm While Wullie O’ Winsbury, Am G C Has lain long with his daughter at hame. C G Em D What ails you, what ails you, my daughter dear? C D C For you look so pale and wan, G C Bm Am O’ have you had any sore sickness? C G C Or yet been sleeping with a man? C G Em D I have not had any sore sickness, C D C Nor yet been sleeping wi’ a man, G C Bm Am Was grieving for you my father dear, C G C After biding so long in Spain. C G Em D Well cast off, cast off, your berry brown gown, C D C Stand naked upon a stane, G C Bm Am That I may ken you by your shape, C G C Whether you be a maiden or none. C G Em D \ C D C So she’s cast off her berry brown gown, stood naked upon a stane, G Em Her haunches were round, Bm Am And her apron was short, C G C Her cheeks they were pale and wan, C G Em D So is he a lord, or a duke, or a knight, C D C Or a man of birth or fame? G Em Bm Am Or is he one of my serving men? C G C That’s lately come out of Spain? C G Em D Oh he is nae a lord, or a duke or a knight, C D C Nor a man of birth or fame, G Em Bm Am But he is Wullie O’Winsbury, C G C I could bide nae longer alane. C G Em D So the king, he has called for, For his merry men all C D C His merry men thirty and three, G Em Bm Am Says bring me Wullie O’ Winsbury, C G C For hanging he shall be. C G Em D But when he came, the king before C D C He was clad all in red silk, G Em Bm Am His hair was like the strands of gold, C G C His cheeks they were white as milk. C G Em D Well it is nae wonder, says the king C D C My daughter heart you did win, G Em Bm Am For if I were a woman, as I am a man C G C My bedfellow you would have been. C G Em D So will you marry my daughter Janet, C D C By the truth of your right hand, G Em Bm Am And will you marry my daughter Janet, C G C And be a lord of the land? C G Em D Yes I will marry your daughter Janet, C D C By the truth of my right hand, G Em Bm Am And I will marry your daughter Janet, C G C But I won’t be a lord of the land. C G Em D So he’s mounted her on a milk white steed, C D C And himself on a dapple grey, G Em Bm Am And he’s made her a lady of as much land, C G C As they could ride in a long summers day.