Willie O Winsbury
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G D A7 The king has been a poor prisonerG A7 G And a prisoner long in SpainD Bm F#m And Willie O the WinsburyD Bm Has lain long with his daughterG Jane. [Verse 2]G D What ails you, what ails you, myA7 daughter JaneG A7 G Why you look so pale and wan?D Bm F#m Have you had any sore sicknessD Bm G Or yet been sleeping with a man? [Verse 3]G D A7 I have not had no sore sicknessG A7 G Nor yet been sleeping with a manD Bm F#m It is for you my father dearD Bm G For biding so long in Spain. [Verse 4]G D A7 Cast off, cast off, your berry brown gownG A7 G Stand naked on the stoneD Bm F#m That I may know you by your shapeD Bm G If you be a maiden or none. [Verse 5]G D A7 And shes cast off her berry brown gownG A7 G Stood naked on the stoneD Bm F#m her apron was tight and her haunches was roundD Bm G Her face was pale and wan.Continúa después del anuncio[Verse 6]G D And was it with a lord or a duke orA7 a knightG A7 G Or a man of birth and fameD Bm F#m Or was it with one of my serving menD Bm G While I was a prisoner in Spain? [Verse 7]G D No it wasnt with a lord or a duke orA7 a knightG A7 G Or a man of birth and fameD Bm F#m It was with Willie o WinsburyD Bm G I could bide no longer alone. [Verse 8]G D A7 And the king has called his serving menG A7 G By one by two and by threeD Bm Saying, Where is this Willie oF#m Winsbury?D Bm G For hanged he shall be. [Verse 9]G D A7 And when they came before the kingG A7 G By one, by two and by threeD Bm Willie should have been the firstF#m of themD Bm G But the last of them was he. [Verse 10]G D A7 And Willie O the WinsburyG A7 G All dressed out in red silkD Bm F#m His hair hung like the strands of goldD 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 winD Bm F#m If I were a woman as I am a manD Bm G In my own bed you would have been. [Verse 12]G D A7 And will you marry my daughter JaneG A7 G By the faith of your right hand?D Bm And Ill make you the lord of myF#m serving menD Bm G Ill make you the heir of my land. [Verse 13]G D A7 Oh yes, Ill marry your daughter JaneG 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 And he raised her up on aA7 milk-white steedG A7 G Himself on a dapple greyD Bm He has made her the lady of asF#m much landD Bm As she can ride in a long summersG day.