'Tis of a lady in the West She was clothed all in green She looked o'er her father's castle wall To see his ship sailing in
Daughter, oh Daughter, said the King Why are you so pale and wan I fear you have some sore sickness Or else you have lain with a man
You're welcome, you're welcome, my father dear You are welcome home to me For I have been sick unto my heart Since you've been so long on the sea
Then cast you off your berry-brown gown You stand straight upon the stone That I may know you by your shape Whether you be a maiden or no
And she's cast off her berry-brown gown She stood straight upon the stone Her apron was low and her middle was round Her face was pale and wan
Oh, is he a lord or is he a knight Or a man of wealth and fame Or might he be one of my serving men I pray you tell me his name
Oh, he is not a lord nor is he a knight Or a man of wealth and fame But he is called Willie of Winsbury I could bide no longer alone
And he king he has called on his merry men all By thirty and by three Go fetch me this Willie of Winsbury For hanged he shall be
But when he was brought before the king He was clad all in red silk His hair was like the strands of gold His skin was as white as milk
And it is no wonder, said the king That my daughter's love you did win For if I was a woman as I am a man My bedfellow you would have been
Then will you marry my daughter dear By the truth of your right hand Oh, if you marry my daughter dear I will make you the lord of my land
Yes I will marry your daughter dear By the truth of my right hand But I'll not have your gold and I'll not have your gear And I'll not be the lord of your land
For I have houses and I have land I have men at my command And were it not for your daughter fair I would not be your serving man
And he's set her upon a milk white steed And himself on a dapple gray He has made her the lady of as much land As she can ride in a long summer's dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
