willy o winsbury Chords

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[Intro 1]
[G][C][G][Bm][Em][D][G][C]

[Verse 1]
[C]The
King has [G]been a prisoner[D],
And a pris[Am]oner long in
[C]Spain,
An[G]d
Willie [C]of [G]the
Wensbury
[Bm]Has lain l[Em]ong with h[G]is daughter at h[C]ome
What tale is you, what [G]tale is you,
my daughter
[D]Janet
Why you [Am]look so pale and [C]wan
[G]O have you h[C]ad a[G]ny s[Bm]oresickness,
nor [Em]yet been s[G]leeping with a m[C]an?
I have not [G]had any [D]soresickness,
nor [Am]yet been sleeping [C]with a man.
It [G]is for [C]you, [G]my father dea[Bm]r,
For [Em]bid ing [G]so long in
[C]Spain.
Cast off, cast [G]off your berry
[D]-brown gown,
You stand [Am]naked upon [C]the stone,
That [G]I may k[Em]now y[C]ou [G]by your shap[Bm]e
If [Em]you be [G]maiden or [C]gnome
And she's cast [G]off her
berry [C]-brown [D]gown
She stood [Am]naked upon [C]the stone
[G]Her apron was [Em]low,
and [G]her haunches were [Bm]round,
Her [Em]face was [G]pale and [C]worn.
Was it with a [G]lord, or duke, or [D]knight,
Or a [Am]man of earth [C]and fame?
[G]Or was it with [Em]one of [G]my
serving [Bm]men
That's [Em]lately come [G]out of
[C]Spain?
No, it wasn't with a [G]lord,
nor duke, [D]or a knight,
Nor a [Am]man of birth a[C]nd fame,
But [G]it was with
[Em]Wil lie [G]of
Wensbury [Bm]I could bid[Em]e
no [G]longer [C]alone
And the
King has [G]called on his merry [Bm]men a[D]ll
By [Am]thirty and [C]by three
Says [G]fetch me this [Em]willy [G]of
[Bm]Wensbury,
For [Em]hag gard h[G]e shall [C]be.[G][C][D]
[Am][C][G][C][G][Bm]
[Em][G][C]
But when he [G]came the king be[D]fore,
he was [Am]clad all in [C]the red silk.
[G]His hair was [Em]like [G]the strands of [Bm]gold.
His [Em]skin was as [G]white as the [C]milk, and it is no [G]wonder,
said [D]the king, that my [Am]daughter's
love you [C]did win.
[G]For if I was a [Em]woman [G]as I am a [Bm]man
My bed[Em]fellow you [G]would have [C]been
And will you [G]marry my daughter
[D]Janet
By the [Am]truth of your [C]right hand?
[G]O will you m[Em]arry m[C]y d[G]aughter
[Bm]Janet? I will [Em]make you [G]lord of my [C]land.
O yes, I will [G]marry your daughter,
[D]Janet, by the tru[Am]th of my rig[C]ht hand.
[G]O yes, I will m[Em]arry y[C]our d[G]aughter,
[Bm]Janet, but I'll [Em]not be the
[G]lord of your [C]land.
And he's mounted [G]her
on a milk [D]-white steed,
And him[Am]self a dappled [C]grey.
[G]He has made her the
[Em]Lady [G]of
Asmuch
[Bm]Land,
As she shall [Em]ride in a [G]long
summer[C]'s [G]day.
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