Willie O Winsbury chords with lyrics by Pentangle - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

Pentangle – Willie O Winsbury chords

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 [Verse 1]
G D A7The king has been a poor prisoner
G A7 GAnd a prisoner long in Spain
D Bm F#mAnd Willie O the Winsbury
D Bm GHas lain long with his daughter Jane.
[Verse 2]
G D A7What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Jane
G A7 GWhy you look so pale and wan?
D Bm F#mHave you had any sore sickness
D Bm GOr yet been sleeping with a man?
[Verse 3]
G D A7I have not had no sore sickness
G A7 GNor yet been sleeping with a man
D Bm F#mIt is for you my father dear
D Bm GFor biding so long in Spain.
[Verse 4]
G D A7Cast off, cast off, your berry brown gown
G A7 GStand naked on the stone
D Bm F#mThat I may know you by your shape
D Bm GIf you be a maiden or none.
[Verse 5]
G D A7And shes cast off her berry brown gown
G A7 GStood naked on the stone
D Bm F#mher apron was tight and her haunches was round
D Bm GHer face was pale and wan.
[Verse 6]
G D A7And was it with a lord or a duke or a knight
G A7 GOr a man of birth and fame
D Bm F#mOr was it with one of my serving men
D Bm GWhile I was a prisoner in Spain?
[Verse 7]
G D A7No it wasnt with a lord or a duke or a knight
G A7 GOr a man of birth and fame
D Bm F#mIt was with Willie o Winsbury
D Bm GI could bide no longer alone.
[Verse 8]
G D A7And the king has called his serving men
G A7 GBy one by two and by three
D 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 king
G A7 GBy one, by two and by three
D Bm F#mWillie should have been the first of them
D Bm GBut the last of them was he.
[Verse 10]
G D A7And Willie O the Winsbury
G A7 GAll dressed out in red silk
D Bm F#mHis hair hung like the strands of gold
D 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 win
D Bm F#mIf I were a woman as I am a man
D Bm GIn my own bed you would have been.
[Verse 12]
G D A7And will you marry my daughter Jane
G A7 GBy the faith of your right hand?
D Bm F#mAnd Ill make you the lord of my serving men
D Bm GIll make you the heir of my land.
[Verse 13]
G D A7Oh yes, Ill marry your daughter Jane
G 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 steed
G A7 GHimself on a dapple grey
D Bm F#mHe has made her the lady of as much land
D Bm GAs she can ride in a long summers day.
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