Willie o' Winsbury
Child #100 4:07 V, a cappella
One of my favourites – and it even has a happy ending.
One of my favourites – and it even has a happy ending.
The king has been a prisoner,
And a prisoner long in Spain, And Willie of the Winsbury Full long with his daughter has lain. “What ails ye, what ails ye, my daughter Janet, That 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 belly was big 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 those servingmen That’s lately come out of Spain?” “No, it wasn’t with a lord, nor a duke nor a knight, Nor a man of birth or 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, 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 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 take your land.” And he’s mounted her on a milk-white steed, And himself on a dapple gray; He has made her the lady of as much land As she’ll ride in a long summer’s day. |