Chords for Andy Irvine ~ "Willie O' Winsbury"

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_ _ _ [Eb] The King, he [Bb] has been a poor prisoner, a prisoner _ long [Eb] enslaved.
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Unwilling of the _ _ [Gm] women's parade, [Eb] has laid mum with his [Bb] daughter at home.
_ What troubles you, my [F] daughter dear?
You [Bb] look so pale [Eb] and woeful.
_ Oh, have you had any [G] sore [Gm] sickness? _ _
_ [Eb] Forget me, [Dm] sleeping [Bb] with a man.
_ _ I have [F] not had any sore sickness, [Bb] nor yet [F] been sleeping with [Bb] a man.
It is for you, [Bb] my [Gm] father dear, _ _ for [F] biding so long in [Eb] this pain.
_ _ Cast off, [Bb] cast off your [C] grey brown [F] gown, stand naked upon [Eb] a stone.
[Bb] That I may _ know by your _ [Eb] shade, _ whether you [Dm] be a maiden [Bb] or a nun.
_ So she's cast off her grey [F] brown gown, [Eb] stood [Bb] naked upon a [Eb] stone.
_ _ Her haunches were round and her apron was [Gm] shown. _
_ Her cheeks they were [Bb] pale and won.
_ _ Oh, is [F] he a lord or a [Bb] squire or a knight, or [Eb] a man of arm'd or fame?
_ [Bb] Or is he [Eb] one of [F] my [Gm] serving men, _ [Bb] to [F] straightly comfort [Eb] of Spain?
_ He is [F] not a lord, [Bb] nor a squire, [F] nor a knight, [Eb] nor a man of arm'd or [Eb] _ fame.
[Gm] But he is [Dm] Willie of Winfrey's [Gm] parade. _
[Bb] I could lie no longer, [Eb] and now.
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_ _ _ The king [F] has sent for his merry man [F] now.
His [Bb] merry man can feel [Eb] free.
_ _ [Bb] Says, bring me Willie [F] of Winfrey's [Gm] parade, _ _ _ for [F] hanged he [Eb] shall be.
_ _ [Bb] But when he came [Gm] the king before, he was clad in blue [Bb] red sin.
_ _ His hair was [F] like the straps [Gm] of gold.
_ _ [Eb] His cheeks were as [Dm] white [Bb] as mill.
_ It is no wonder, the king, he did say, [G] my [Bb]
daughter's love you did [Eb] win.
_ _ Had I been a woman [F] as I am [Gm] a man, _ my [Eb] bedfellow [Bb] you would have been.
_ _ And will [Am] you wed [Bb] my daughter, he [F] said, by [Eb] the truth of your right hand?
_ [Bb] And will [Eb] you wed [Bb] my [Gm] daughter, _ Janet, _ [Bb] the [F] young [Eb] lord of the land?
_ _ Oh, I [F] will wed your daughter, he said, [Bb] but she's not a [Fm] match for [Eb] me.
_ [Bb] For every pound that [Gm] she can count, _ _ I can [F] count [Eb] thirty-and-three.
_ He's mounted _ [Bb] her on milk-white [F] steeds, [Bb] himself on a dark [Eb] wool grey.
_ And he's made her [F] a lady [Bb] of as [F] much land _ as [G] she could [Bb] ride in a long [Eb] summer's day. _ _ _ _