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 alone."
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.
Jacqui
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