Willy O Winsbury

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                                       The King    he's   been      a poor pris'ner,

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                 a pris'ner   long   in    Spain.                 and Willy

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    O'        the  Winsbury                        has lain long with his daughter at

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    home.                          "What...

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I.
The King he has been a poor pris’ner,
A pris’ner long in Spain,
And Willy O’ the Winsbury
Has lain long wi’ his daughter at home.

II.
"What troubles you, my daughter dear?
You look so pale and wan.
O, have you had any sore sickness
Or yet been sleepin' wi' a man ?"

III.
"I have not had any sore sickness
Nor yet been sleepin' wi' a man.
It is for you, my father dear,
For biding so long in Spain"

IV.
"Cast off, cast off you berry-brown gown!
Stand naked upon the stone,
That I may ken you by your shape
Whether you be a maiden or none."

V.
So she's cast off her berry-brown gown,
Stood naked upon the stone.
Her haunches were round and her apron was short,
Her cheek, they were pale and wan.

VI.
"O, is he a lord, or a duke, or a knight,
Or a man of birth or fame?
Or is he one of my serving man
That's lately come out of Spain?"

VII.
"He is no a lord, nor a duke or a knight,
Nor a man of birth nor fame,
But he is Willy O'Winsbury,
I could bide no longer my lone."

VIII.
The King has send for his merry men all,
His merry men thirty and three,
Says: "Bring me Willy O'Winsbury,
For hanged he shall be."

IX.
But when he came, the King before,
He was clad in the red silk,
His hair was like the strands of gold,
His chicks were as white as milk.

X.
"It is no wonder, says the King,
My daughter's love you did win,
Had I been a woman as I am a man,
My bedfellow you would have been.

XI.
And will you marry my daughter Janet
By the truth of your right hand?
And will you marry my daughter Janet
And be a lord of the land?"

XII.
"I will marry your daughter Janet
By the truth of my right hand.
And I will marry your daughter Janet
But I won't be a lord of the land."

XIII.
He's mounted her on a milk-white steed,
Himself on a dapple grey,
And he's made her a lady of as much land
As she could ride in the long summers day.