Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Willie of Winsbury (Child 100), artist - Anaïs Mitchell. Album song Child Ballads, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 10.02.2013
Record label: Wilderland
Song language: English
Willie of Winsbury (Child 100) |
The king has been a prisoner |
And a prisoner long in Spain |
And Willie of the Winsbury |
Has lain long with his daughter Jane |
«What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Jane? |
Why, you look so pale and wan |
Oh, have you had any ill sickness |
Or yet been sleeping with a man?» |
«I have not had any ill 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 robe and gown |
Stand naked on the stone |
That I might know you by your shape |
If you be maiden or none» |
And she’s cast off her robe and gown |
Stood naked on a stone |
Her apron was tight and her waist was round |
Her face was pale and wan |
«And was it with a lord or a gentleman |
Or a man of wealth and fame? |
Or was it with one of my servingmen |
While I was a prisoner in Spain?» |
«No, it wasn’t with a lord or a gentlemen |
Or a man of wealth and fame |
It was with Willie of Winsbury |
I could bide no longer alone» |
And the king has called his servingmen |
By one, by two, by three |
Saying «Where is this Willie of Winsbury? |
For hanged he shall be» |
And when they came before the king |
By one, by two, and by three |
Willie should have been the first of them |
But the last of them was he |
And Willie of the Winsbury |
All dressed up in red silk |
His hair hung like the strands of gold |
His breast was white as milk |
«No wonder, no wonder», the king he said |
«That my daughter’s love you did win |
If I were a woman as I am a man |
In my own bed you would have been — |
And will you marry my daughter Jane |
By the faith of your right hand? |
And I’ll make you the lord of my servingmen |
I’ll make you the heir to my land" |
«Oh yes, I’ll marry your daughter Jane |
By the faith of my right hand |
But I’ll not be the lord of any man |
I’ll be not be the heir to your land» |
And he’s raised her up on a milk white steed |
And himself on a dapple gray |
He has made her the lady of as much land |
As she can ride on a long summer’s day |