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Willie O' Winsbury

by David Gunawardana

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Willie O Winsbury (Child Ballad 100) is a traditional Scottish ballad dating back to at least the 1700s, and was one of the songs anthologised by Francis James Child in the 19th Century.

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The king has been a prisoner
And a prisoner long in Spain
And Willie of the Winsbury
Has lain long with his daughter at hame

What ails ye, what ails ye, 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 ken ye by your shape
Whether you be a maiden or none

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 me serving men
That's lately come out of Spain

No it wasn't with a lord, or a duke, or a knight
Or a man of birth and fame
But it was with Willie of Winsbury
I could bide no longer alone

And the king, he has called on his merry men all
By thirty and by three
Saying 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
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'll make you the lord of my land

Yes I will marry your daughter Janet
By the truth of my right hand
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'll ride in a long summer's day

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released October 4, 2018
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