Willie O'winsbury chords and lyrics - ANNE BRIGGS

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[Verse 1]
[G]The[C] ki[G]ng [C]had been a prisoner[G][D]
And a [C]prisoner [D]long in [C]Spain,
And Willie [G]of the Winsbury
Has lain [C]long with his
[G]daughter at [D]hame.[C]

[Verse 2]
"What [C]ails ye, what ails ye,
[D]my [G]daugh[D]ter Janet,
Why you [C]look so [D]pale and [C]wan?
Oh have you had [G]any sore sickness
Or [C]yet been [G]sleeping with a man?"
[C]

[Verse 3]
"I have not had any [G]sore [D]sickness
Nor [C]yet been sleep[D]ing wi' a [C]man.
It is for you, [G]my father dear,
For [C]biding so [G]long in [C]Spain"

[Verse 4]
[C]"Cast off, cast off [D]your
[G]berry- [D]brown gown,
You stand na[C]ked upon
[D]the[C] st[D]ane,[C]
That I may ken [G]ye by your shape
[D]Whether you be [G]a maiden or [C]none."

[Verse 5]
And [C]she's cast off her
[G]berry- [D]brown gown,
She stood [C]naked [D]upon the [C]stone.
Her apron was low [G]and her
haunches were round,
Her [C]face was [G]pale and [C]wan.

[Verse 6]
"Oh, [C]was it with a lord
or [G]a duke or a k[D]night
Or a [C]man of [D]birth and [C]fame?
Or was it with one of [G]me serving men
That's [C]lately [G]come out of Spain?"
[C]

[Verse 7]
"No, it wasn't with a lord,
[D]nor a duke, [G]nor [D]a knight,
Or a [C]man [D]of birth [C]and fame.
But it was with [G]Willie of Winsbury,
I could [C]bide no [G]longer alone."
[C]

[Verse 8]
And the king he has called
on [D]his [G]merry men [D]all,
By [C]thirty [D]an [C]d b[D]y thre[C]e,
Says, "Fetch me this Wil
[G]lie of Winsbury,
For [D]hanged [G]he shall [C]be."

[Verse 9]
But [C]when he came [G]the king be[D]fore,
He was [C]clad all [D]in the [C]red silk.
His hair was like the [G]strands of gold,
His [C]skin was as [G]white [C]as the milk.

[Verse 10]
"And it [C]is no wonder," [G]said the [D]king,
"That [C]my daughter's [D]love you [C]did win.
If I was a [G]woman, as I am a man,
My [D]bed[C]fel[D] low yo[G]u
would have [C]been."

[Verse 11]
"And [C]will you marry [G]my daughter [D]Janet
By the [C]truth of [D]your [C]right hand?
Oh, will [D]you [C]marry [G]my daughter Janet?
I'll [C]make you the [G]lord of my [C]land."

[Verse 12]
[C]"Yes, I will marry [G]your daugh[D]ter Janet
By the [C]truth of [D]my [C]right hand.
Yes I will [G]marry your daughter Janet,
But I'll [D]not be the [G]lord of your [C]land."

[Verse 13]
And he's [C]mounted her on
[G]a milk- white s[D]teed
And [C]himself on a dapple grey.
He has made her the [G]lady of as much land
As she'll [C]ride in [G]a long summer's [C]day.