paroles de chanson Willy o' Winsbury (Willie o' Winsbury) [Voice + Piano Fully Acoustic Version] - Deborah Stokol
The
king
has
been
a
prisoner
In
a
prison
long
in
Spain
And
Willie
of
the
Winsbury
Has
lain
long
with
the
king's
daughter,
Jane
"What
ails
you,
what
ails
you,
my
daughter,
Jane?
Why
do
you
look
so
pale
and
wan?
Oh,
have
you
had
any
sore
sicknesses
Or
yet
been
sleeping
with
a
man?"
"Oh,
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
And
you
stand
there
upon
the
stone
That
I
may
know
you
by
your
form
If
you
be
a
maiden
or
no"
And
she
cast
off
her
berry,
berry-brown
gown
And
she
stood
there
upon
the
stone
Her
apron
was
low,
and
her
haunches
were
round
And
her
face
was
as
white
as
a
ghost
"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
So
lately,
come
out
of
Spain?"
"No,
it
wasn't
with
a
lord
nor
a
duke
nor
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
all
his
merry
men
all
By
30
and
by
three
Said,
"Fetch
me
this
Willie
of
Winsbury
For
hanged
he
now
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's
no
wonder,"
said
the
king
"That
my
daughter's
love
you
did
win
For
if
I
were
a
woman
as
I
am
a
man
My
bedfellow,
you
would
have
been"
"And
will
you
marry
my
daughter,
Jane
By
the
truth
of
your
right
hand?"
"Oh,
will
you
marry
my
daughter,
Jane?
I
will
make
you
the
lord
of
my
land"
"Oh,
yes,
I
will
marry
your
daughter,
Jane
By
the
truth
of
my
right
hand"
"Why,
yes,
I
will
marry
your
daughter,
Jane
But
I
won't
be
the
lord
of
your
land"
And
he
lifted
her
on
a
milk-white
steed
And
himself
on
a
dapple
grey
He
has
made
her
the
lady
of
as
much
land
As
she
can
ride
on
a
long
summer's
day
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