Willy O' Winsbury (2017 Remaster)

Willy O' Winsbury - Pentangle

Written by：Traditional

The king has been a prisoner

And a prisoner long in Spain

And Willie of the Winsbury

Has lain long with his daughter at home

What ails you what ails you my daughter Janet

Why you look so pale and wan

Oh have you had any sore sickness

Or yet been sleeping with a man

I have not had any sore sickness

Nor yet been sleeping with a man

It is for you my father dear

For biding so long in Spain

Cast off cast off your berry brown gown

You stand naked upon the stone

That I may know you by your shape

If you be a maiden or no

And she's cast off her berry brown gown

She stood naked upon the stone

Her apron was low and her haunches were round

Her face was pale and wan

Oh was it with a Lord or a duke or a knight

Or a man of birth and fame

Or was it with one of my serving men

That's lately come out of Spain

It wasn't with a Lord nor a duke or a knight

Nor a man of birth and fame

But it was with Willie of Winsbury

I could bide no longer alain

And the king has called on his merry men all

By thirty and by three

Says Fetch me this Willie of Winsbury

For hanged he shall be

But when he came the king before

He was clad all in the red silk

His hair was like the strands of gold

His skin was as white as the milk

And it is no wonder said the king

That my daughter's love you did win

For if I was a woman as I am a man

My bedfellow you would have been

And will you marry my daughter Janet

By the truth of your right hand

Oh will you marry my daughter Janet

I will make you the Lord of my land

Oh yes I will marry your daughter Janet

By the truth of my right hand

Why yes I will marry your daughter Janet

But I'll not be the Lord of your land

And he's mounted her on a milk white steed

And himself on a dapple grey

He has made her the lady of as much land

As she shall ride in a long summer's day