Willie O Winsbury Ye Vagabonds

The king he has been a poor prisoner
And a prisoner long in Spain
While Willie o' Winsbury
Has lain long with his daughter at home

"What ails you, what ails you, my daughter dear
Why you look so pale and wan?
Oh, have you had any sore sickness
Or yet been sleeping wi' a man?"

"I have not had any sore sickness
Nor yet been sleeping wi' a man
Twas grieving for you, my father dear
After biding so long in Spain."

"Well cast off, cast off your berry-brown gown
Stand naked upon a stone
That I may know you by your shape
Whether you be a maiden or nae."

And she's cast off her berry-brown gown
Stood naked upon a stone
Her haunches were round and her apron was short
Her face it was pale and wan

"Oh, is he a lord or a duke or a knight
Or a man of birth and fame
Or is he one of my serving men
That's lately come out of Spain?"