Tuning: E A D G B E

[Verse 1]

The ^Gking has ^Dbeen a poor pris^A7oner And a ^Gprisoner ^A7long in S^Gpain And ^DWillie^Bm O the Wi^F#mnsbury Has lain l^Dong with his da^Bmughter Ja^Gne.

[Verse 2]

What^G ails you, what ai^Dls you, my dau^A7ghter Jane Why yo^Gu look so p^A7ale and w^Gan? H^Dave you ^Bmhad any so^F#mre sickness Or y^Det been sleepin^Bmg with a ^Gman?

[Verse 3]

I ha^Gve not ha^Dd no sore sick^A7ness Nor ye^Gt been sl^A7eeping with a ^Gman It i^Ds for ^Bmyou my ^F#mfather dear For ^Dbiding so l^Bmong in Sp^Gain.

[Verse 4]

Cast o^Gff, cast ^Doff, your b^A7erry brown gown Stand ^Gnaked o^A7n the sto^Gne That^D I may^Bm know you ^F#mby your shape If^D you be a m^Bmaiden or ^Gnone.

[Verse 5]

And ^Gshes cast ^Doff her berr^A7y brown gown Stood ^Gnaked ^A7on the ^Gstone her ^Dapron was t^Bmight and her ha^F#munches was round He^Dr face was ^Bmpale and ^Gwan.

[Verse 6]

And ^Gwas it with a ^Dlord or a duke^A7 or a knight Or a m^Gan of b^A7irth and ^Gfame Or w^Das it with ^Bmone of my se^F#mrving men While^D I was a p^Bmrisoner in ^GSpain?

[Verse 7]

No it ^Gwasnt with a ^Dlord or a duke^A7 or a knight Or a m^Gan of b^A7irth and ^Gfame It w^Das with ^BmWillie o Wi^F#mnsbury I could ^Dbide no l^Bmonger a^Glone.

[Verse 8]

And the ^Gking has ^Dcalled his ^A7serving men By^G one by t^A7wo and by^G three Sayi^Dng, Where ^Bmis this Willie o W^F#minsbury? For ^Dhanged h^Bme shall b^Ge.

[Verse 9]

And ^Gwhen they^D came befo^A7re the king By ^Gone, by t^A7wo and by^G three Will^Die should have^Bm been the first of t^F#mhem But the^D last of the^Bmm was h^Ge.

[Verse 10]

And ^GWillie^D O the Win^A7sbury All dr^Gessed out in^A7 red s^Gilk His ^Dhair h^Bmung like the st^F#mrands of gold His ^Dbreast was ^Bmwhite as ^Gmilk.

[Verse 11]

No w^Gonder, no ^Dwonder, the ki^A7ng he said, That m^Gy daughters^A7 love you did^G win If I^D were a wo^Bmman as I^F#m am a man In^D my own b^Bmed you would have^G been.

[Verse 12]

And ^Gwill you ^Dmarry my daughter^A7 Jane By the^G faith of^A7 your right h^Gand? And ^DIll make you the^Bm lord of my ^F#mserving men Ill ^Dmake you the ^Bmheir of my ^Gland.

[Verse 13]

Oh y^Ges, Ill m^Darry your d^A7aughter Jane By the f^Gaith of ^A7my right ^Ghand. But Ill ^Dnot be the ^Bmlord of any^F#m men, Ill ^Dnot be the h^Bmeir to your ^Gland.

[Verse 14]

And he ^Graised her u^Dp on a milk-whit^A7e steed Him^Gself on a^A7 dapple g^Grey He has^D made her the ^Bmlady of as muc^F#mh land As she can^D ride in a ^Bmlong summers ^Gday.

Pentangle - Willie o winsbury