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Pentangle – Willie O Winsbury chords
[Verse 1]G D A7The king has been a poor prisonerG A7 GAnd a prisoner long in SpainD Bm F#mAnd Willie O the WinsburyD Bm GHas lain long with his daughter Jane.[Verse 2]G D A7What ails you, what ails you, my daughter JaneG A7 GWhy you look so pale and wan?D Bm F#mHave you had any sore sicknessD Bm GOr yet been sleeping with a man?[Verse 3]G D A7I have not had no sore sicknessG A7 GNor yet been sleeping with a manD Bm F#mIt is for you my father dearD Bm GFor biding so long in Spain.[Verse 4]G D A7Cast off, cast off, your berry brown gownG A7 GStand naked on the stoneD Bm F#mThat I may know you by your shapeD Bm GIf you be a maiden or none.[Verse 5]G D A7And shes cast off her berry brown gownG A7 GStood naked on the stoneD Bm F#mher apron was tight and her haunches was roundD Bm GHer face was pale and wan.[Verse 6]G D A7And was it with a lord or a duke or a knightG A7 GOr a man of birth and fameD Bm F#mOr was it with one of my serving menD Bm GWhile I was a prisoner in Spain?[Verse 7]G D A7No it wasnt with a lord or a duke or a knightG A7 GOr a man of birth and fameD Bm F#mIt was with Willie o WinsburyD Bm GI could bide no longer alone.[Verse 8]G D A7And the king has called his serving menG A7 GBy one by two and by threeD Bm F#mSaying, Where is this Willie o Winsbury?D Bm GFor hanged he shall be.[Verse 9]G D A7And when they came before the kingG A7 GBy one, by two and by threeD Bm F#mWillie should have been the first of themD Bm GBut the last of them was he.[Verse 10]G D A7And Willie O the WinsburyG A7 GAll dressed out in red silkD Bm F#mHis hair hung like the strands of goldD Bm GHis breast was white as milk.[Verse 11]G D A7No wonder, no wonder, the king he said,G A7 GThat my daughters love you did winD Bm F#mIf I were a woman as I am a manD Bm GIn my own bed you would have been.[Verse 12]G D A7And will you marry my daughter JaneG A7 GBy the faith of your right hand?D Bm F#mAnd Ill make you the lord of my serving menD Bm GIll make you the heir of my land.[Verse 13]G D A7Oh yes, Ill marry your daughter JaneG A7 GBy the faith of my right hand.D Bm F#mBut Ill not be the lord of any men,D Bm GIll not be the heir to your land.[Verse 14]G D A7And he raised her up on a milk-white steedG A7 GHimself on a dapple greyD Bm F#mHe has made her the lady of as much landD Bm GAs she can ride in a long summers day.