Willie of Winsbury (Child 100) - Anaïs Mitchell, Jefferson Hamer

Willie of Winsbury (Child 100) - Anaïs Mitchell, Jefferson Hamer

Альбом
Child Ballads
Год
2013
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
351620

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Willie of Winsbury (Child 100)

Anaïs Mitchell, Jefferson Hamer

The king has been a prisoner

And a prisoner long in Spain

And Willie of the Winsbury

Has lain long with his daughter Jane

«What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Jane?

Why, you look so pale and wan

Oh, have you had any ill sickness

Or yet been sleeping with a man?»

«I have not had any ill sickness

Nor yet been sleeping with a man

It is for you my father dear

For biding so long in Spain»

«Cast off, cast off your robe and gown

Stand naked on the stone

That I might know you by your shape

If you be maiden or none»

And she’s cast off her robe and gown

Stood naked on a stone

Her apron was tight and her waist was round

Her face was pale and wan

«And was it with a lord or a gentleman

Or a man of wealth and fame?

Or was it with one of my servingmen

While I was a prisoner in Spain?»

«No, it wasn’t with a lord or a gentlemen

Or a man of wealth and fame

It was with Willie of Winsbury

I could bide no longer alone»

And the king has called his servingmen

By one, by two, by three

Saying «Where is this Willie of Winsbury?

For hanged he shall be»

And when they came before the king

By one, by two, and by three

Willie should have been the first of them

But the last of them was he

And Willie of the Winsbury

All dressed up in red silk

His hair hung like the strands of gold

His breast was white as milk

«No wonder, no wonder», the king he said

«That my daughter’s love you did win

If I were a woman as I am a man

In my own bed you would have been —

And will you marry my daughter Jane

By the faith of your right hand?

And I’ll make you the lord of my servingmen

I’ll make you the heir to my land"

«Oh yes, I’ll marry your daughter Jane

By the faith of my right hand

But I’ll not be the lord of any man

I’ll be not be the heir to your land»

And he’s raised her up on a milk white steed

And himself on a dapple gray

He has made her the lady of as much land

As she can ride on a long summer’s day

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