[00:00.00] 作词 : Traditional
[00:00.72] 作曲 : Katy J Pearson/Patrick Fitzroy/Campbell Baum/Jamie Staples
[00:01.45]The King has been a prisoner
[00:06.12]And a prisoner long in Spain
[00:10.59]And Willie of the Winsbury
[00:15.53]Has lain with his daughter at home
[00:19.46]“What ails, what ails my daughter
[00:24.73]That you look so pale and wan
[00:29.43]Or have you had the sickness
[00:34.03]Or been sleeping with a man?”
[00:37.58]“Cast off, cast off your berry-brown gown
[00:43.06]And stand naked upon the stone
[00:47.46]So I might know you by your shape
[00:52.37]You could be a maiden or none”
[01:05.17]“Was it a Lord, a Duke or a Night
[01:10.59]Or a man of birth and fame
[01:15.19]Or was it one of my serving men,
[01:20.30]Lately out of Spain?”
[01:22.95]Now the King has called on his merry men
[01:28.46]By thirty and by three
[01:32.48]“Fetch my this Willie of Winsbury
[01:37.49]For hanged he shall be”
[01:40.85]But when he came The King before
[01:46.22]He was clad all in red silk
[01:50.59]His hair was like golden strands
[01:55.77]His skin was as white as milk
[02:00.67]“It is no wonder”, said the King
[02:06.27]“That my daughter’s love you did win
[02:10.87]For if I were a woman
[02:15.65]My bedfellow you would have been”
[02:18.99]“Oh will you marry my daughter
[02:24.47]By the truth of your right hand”
[02:28.98]“Oh yes I will marry your daughter
[02:34.09]But I’ll not be the Lord of your land”
[02:37.76]He mounted her on a milk-white steed
[02:43.08]And himself on a dapple grey
[02:47.67]He mtade her the lady of as much land
[02:53.07]As she should ride on a warm summer’s eve

作词 : Traditional
作曲 : Katy J Pearson/Patrick Fitzroy/Campbell Baum/Jamie Staples
The King has been a prisoner
And a prisoner long in Spain
And Willie of the Winsbury
Has lain with his daughter at home
“What ails, what ails my daughter
That you look so pale and wan
Or have you had the sickness
Or been sleeping with a man?”
“Cast off, cast off your berry-brown gown
And stand naked upon the stone
So I might know you by your shape
You could be a maiden or none”
“Was it a Lord, a Duke or a Night
Or a man of birth and fame
Or was it one of my serving men,
Lately out of Spain?”
Now the King has called on his merry men
By thirty and by three
“Fetch my this Willie of Winsbury
For hanged he shall be”
But when he came The King before
He was clad all in red silk
His hair was like golden strands
His skin was as white as milk
“It is no wonder”, said the King
“That my daughter’s love you did win
For if I were a woman
My bedfellow you would have been”
“Oh will you marry my daughter
By the truth of your right hand”
“Oh yes I will marry your daughter
But I’ll not be the Lord of your land”
He mounted her on a milk-white steed
And himself on a dapple grey
He mtade her the lady of as much land
As she should ride on a warm summer’s eve