Willy o' Winsbury (Willie o' Winsbury) [Voice + Orchestrated Keyboards Version]

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 sicknesses
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
Says, "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
Oh, 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 gray
He has made her the lady of as much land
As she can ride on a long summer's day