Willy O Winsbury

     F               C    G
The king has been a prisoner,
        Am      G        F
And a prisoner long in Spain,
      C     Am     Em
And Willie of the Winsbury
          F               C       
Has lain long with his daughter at
  F
 home.

       F                         
"What ails you, what ails you, my 
    C       G
daughter Janet,
          Am      G        F
That you look so pale and wan?
      C       Am       Em
Oh, have you had any sore sickness
    F         C              F
Or yet been sleeping with a man?"

        F                 C
"No, I have not had any sore 
      G
sickness,
    Am         G              F
Nor yet been sleeping with a man.
       C      Am       Em
But it is for you, my father dear,
       F    C          F
For biding so long in Spain."

       F                  C       
"Cast off, cast off your 
     G
berry-brown gown,
           Am    G         F
And stand naked upon the stone,
     C      Am      Em
That I may know you by your shape,
    F        C         F
If you be a maiden or none."

     F                   C        
And she's cast off her berry-brown
  G
 gown
           Am    G         F
And stood naked upon the stone
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     C         Am            Em
Her apron was low and her haunches 
were round,
     F        C        F
Her skin was pale and wan.

      F                       C   
"Oh, was it with a lord or a duke 
      G
or a knight,
      Am     G         F
Or a man of birth and fame,
    C          Am         Em
Or was it with one of my serving men
        F      C           F
Who's lately come out of Spain?"

         F                        
"No, it wasn't with a lord or a 
C         G
duke or a knight,
       Am      G         F
Nor a man of birth and fame,
       C         Am        Em
But it was with Willie of Winsbury,
        F         C     F
I could bide no longer alone."

         F                      C 
Now the king has called on his 
        G
merry men all,
    Am     G      F
By thirty and by three,
        C            Am      
Says, "Fetch me this Willie of 
  Em
Winsbury,
     F      C       F
For hanged he shall be."

[- Instrumental verse -]

      F               C      G
But when he came the king before,
        Am       G          F
He was clad all in the red silk.
     C        Am       Em
His hair was like the golden 
strands,
     F            C           F
His skin was as white as the milk.

         F              C     
And "It is no wonder," said the 
   G
king,
           Am         G        
"That my daughter's love you did 
   F
win.
       C        Am         Em
For if I were a woman, as I am a 
man,
      F        C            F
My bedfellow you would have been."

     F                  C    
"Oh will you marry my daughter 
    G
Janet,
        Am       G          F
By the truth of your right hand?
     C        Am       Em
Oh, will you marry my daughter 
Janet?
       F           C           F
I'll make you the lord of my land."

     F                        C   
"Oh yes, I will marry your 
    G
daughter Janet.
        Am      G         F
By the truth of my right hand.
     C           Am          Em
Why yes, I will marry your daughter 
Janet,
         F            C        
But I'll not be the lord of your 
   F
land."

           F                C     
And he's mounted her on a 
     G
milk-white steed,
      Am           G     F
And himself on a dapple grey.
        C             Am     Em
He has made her the lady of as much 
land
              F          C        
As she shall ride on a warm 
     F
summer's day.