Key: C ♫ Intro: G Am C G D C G D ♫ Verse 1: C G D The king has been a prisoner Am C And a prisoner long in Spain G Bm And William of the Winsbury G C Has lain long with the king's daughter Jane
♫ Verse 2: C G D What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Jane Am C For you look so pale and wan? G Bm But have you had any sore sickness G C Or yet been sleeping with a man? ♫ Verse 3: C G D I have not had any sore sickness Am C Nor yet been sleeping with a man G Bm It is my worry for you, Father dear G C For your bidin' so long in Spain ♫ Verse 4: C G D Cast off, cast off, your berry-brown gown Am C And stand naked upon the stone G Bm That I may know you by your shape G C If you be a maiden or no ♫ Verse 5: C G D And she's cast off her berry-brown gown Am C And stood naked upon the stone G Bm Her apron was low and her haunches were round G C Her face was pale and wan ♫ Verse 6: C G D And was it with a lord, a duke, or a knight? Am C Or a man of birth and fame? G Bm Or was it with one of my serving men G C So lately returned from Spain? ♫ Verse 7: C G D No, it wasn't a lord, a duke, or a knight Am C Or a man of birth and fame G Bm It was with Willy of Winsbury G C I could bide no longer alone ♫ Verse 8: C G D And the king has called his merry men all Am C By thirty and by three G Bm Oh, fetch me this Willy of Winsbury G C For hanged he shall be ♫ Instrumental: C G Em D Em C G Bm C ♫ Verse 9: C G D But when he came the king before Am C He was clad all in the red silk G Bm His hair was like the strands of gold G C His skin was as white as the milk ♫ Verse 10: C G D And is it a wonder, the king he said Am C That my daughter's love you did win G Bm For if I were a lady as I am a man G C My bedfellow, you would have been ♫ Verse 11: C G D And will you marry my daughter Jane Am C By the truth of your right hand? G Bm For if you'll marry my daughter Jane G C I'll make you the lord of my land ♫ Verse 12: C G D Well, yes, I'll marry your daughter Jane Am C By the truth of my right hand G Bm And still, I'll marry your daughter Jane G C But I'll not be the lord of your land ♫ Verse 13: C G D And he saddled her on a milk-white steed Am C And himself on a dapple grey G Bm And he's made her the lady of as much land G C That she can ride on a long summer's day
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