Willy o’ Winsbury Pentangle

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
"What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet?
Why you look so pale and wan?
Oh, have you had any sore sickness
Or yet been sleepin' with a man?"

[Verse 3]
"I have not had any sore sickness
Nor yet been sleepin' with a man
It is for you, my father dear
For bidin' so long in Spain"

[Verse 4]
"Cast off, cast off your berry-brown gown
You stand naked upon the stone
That I may know you by your shape
If you be a maiden or no"

[Verse 5]
And she's cast off her berry-brown gown
She stood naked upon the stone
Her apron was low and her haunches were round
Her face was pale and wan