Pentangle - Willy o winsbury
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The kFing has been a pCrisonGer,
And a prAmisoner lGong in SpFain,
And WiCllie oAmf the WEminsbury
Has lain lFong with his dauCghter at hFome.
"What aFils you, what ails you, my dauCghter JaGnet,
That you lAmook so pGale and wFan?
Oh, haCve you hAmad any soEmre sickness
Or yFet been slCeeping with a mFan?"
"No, I hFave not had any soCre sickGness,
Nor Amyet been slGeeping with a mFan.
But it Cis for Amyou, my fEmather dear,
For bidFing sCo long in SFpain."
"Cast oFff, cast off your bCerry-brown goGwn,
And stand nAmaked uGpon the stFone,
That CI may kAmnow you Emby your shape,
If yFou be a mCaiden or nFone."
And sFhe's cast off her beCrry-brown gGown
And stood nAmaked uGpon the stFone
Her aCpron was lAmow and her hauEmnches were round,
Her sFkin was pCale and wFan.
"Oh, wFas it with a lord or a dCuke or a kGnight,
Or a mAman of bGirth and fFame,
Or wCas it with Amone of my sEmerving men
Who's laFtely coCme out of SpFain?"
"No, it wFasn't with a lord or a duCke or a knGight,
Nor a mAman of biGrth and faFme,
But it Cwas with WAmillie of WEminsbury,
I could Fbide no loCnger aFlone."
Now the kFing has called on his mCerry men aGll,
By tAmhirty aGnd by tFhree,
Says, "FCetch me this AmWillie of EmWinsbury,
For hFanged hCe shall Fbe."
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But whFen he came the kCing befGore,
He was cAmlad all iGn the red sFilk.
His hCair was lAmike the gEmolden strands,
His sFkin was as whCite as the mFilk.
And "It iFs no wonder," sCaid the kGing,
"That my daAmughter's loGve you did wFin.
For if CI were a Amwoman, as IEm am a man,
My bedFfellow yoCu would have Fbeen."
"Oh wFill you marry my daCughter JaGnet,
By the tAmruth of yGour right hFand?
Oh, wCill you mAmarry my dEmaughter Janet?
I'll maFke you the lCord of my laFnd."
"Oh yFes, I will marry your dauCghter JaGnet.
By the tAmruth of Gmy right hFand.
Why yCes, I will mAmarry your daEmughter Janet,
But I'll Fnot be the loCrd of your lFand."
And he's moFunted her on a miClk-white stGeed,
And hiAmmself on a daGpple gFrey.
He has mCade her the laAmdy of aEms much land
As she shall rFide on a waCrm summer's daFy.