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The king has been a prisoner,
And a prisoner long in Spain,
And Willie of the Winsbury
Has lain long with his daughter at home.
"What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet,
That you look so pale and wan?
Oh, have you had any sore sickness
Or yet been sleeping with a man?"
"No, I have not had any sore sickness,
Nor yet been sleeping with a man.
But it is for you, my father dear,
For biding so long in Spain."
"Cast off, cast off your berry-brown gown,
And stand naked upon the stone,
That I may know you by your shape,
If you be a maiden or none."
And she's cast off her berry-brown gown
And stood naked upon the stone
Her apron was low and her haunches were round,
Her skin was pale and wan.
"Oh, was it with a lord or a duke or a knight,
Or a man of birth and fame,
Or was it with one of my serving men
Who's lately come out of Spain?"
"No, it wasn't with a lord or a duke or a knight,
Nor a man of birth and fame,
But it was with Willie of Winsbury,
I could bide no longer alone."
Now the king has called on his merry men all,
By thirty and by three,
Says, "Fetch me this Willie of Winsbury,
For hanged he shall be."
But when he came the king before,
He was clad all in the red silk.
His hair was like the golden strands,
His skin was as white as the milk.
And "It is no wonder,"said the king,
"That my daughter's love you did win.
For if I were a woman, as I am a man,
My bedfellow you would have been."
"Oh will you marry my daughter Janet,
By the truth of your right hand?
Oh, will you marry my daughter Janet?
I'll make you the lord of my land."
"Oh yes, I will marry your daughter Janet.
By the truth of my right hand.
Why yes, I will marry your daughter Janet,
But I'll not be the lord of your land."
And he's mounted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey.
He has made her the lady of as much land
