Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Willie o' Winsbury, artist - Offa Rex.
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Song language: English
Willie o' Winsbury |
The king has been a prisoner |
And a prisoner long in Spain |
And Willie of the Winsbury |
Has lain long with his daughter at home |
«What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet |
Why you look so pale and wan? |
Oh, have you had any sore sickness |
Or yet been sleeping with a man?» |
«No, 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 know you by your shape |
Whether you be 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 my serving men |
That’s lately come out of Spain?» |
«It wasn’t with a lord, nor a duke or 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 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 milk |
«Oh, it is no wonder,» said the king |
«That my daughter’s love you did win |
For if I was a woman, as I am a man |
My bedfellow you should have been» |
«And will you marry my daughter Janet |
By the truth of your right hand? |
Oh, will you marry my daughter Janet? |
I will make you the lord of my land» |
«Oh 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 shall ride in a long summer’s day |