{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch100.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch100.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch100.htm","text":"100A.1 THE king he hath been a prisoner,\nA prisoner lang in Spain, O\nAnd Willie o the Winsbury\nHas lain lang wi his daughter at hame. O\n100A.2 \u2018What aileth thee, my daughter Janet,\nYe look so pale and wan?\nHave ye had any sore sickness,\nOr have ye been lying wi a man?\nOr is it for me, your father dear,\nAnd biding sae lang in Spain?\u2019\n100A.3 \u2018I have not had any sore sickness,\nNor yet been lying wi a man;\nBut it is for you, my father dear,\nIn biding sae lang in Spain.\u2019\n100A.4 \u2018Cast ye off your berry-brown gown,\nStand straight upon the stone,\nThat I may ken ye by yere shape,\nWhether ye be a maiden or none.\u2019\n100A.5 She\u2019s coosten off her berry-brown gown,\nStooden straight upo yon stone;\nHer apron was short, and her haunches were round,\nHer face it was pale and wan.\n100A.6 \u2018Is it to a man o might, Janet?\nOr is it to a man of fame?\nOr is it to any of the rank robbers\nThat\u2019s lately come out o Spain?\u2019\n100A.7 \u2018It is not to a man of might,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Nor is it to a man of fame;\nBut it is to William of Winsburry;\nI could lye nae langer my lane.\u2019\n100A.8 The king\u2019s called on his merry men all,\nBy thirty and by three:\n\u2018Go fetch me William of Winsbury,\nFor hanged he shall be.\u2019\n100A.9 But when he cam the king before,\nHe was clad o the red silk;\nHis hair was like to threeds o gold.\nAnd his skin was as white as milk.\n100A.10 \u2018It is nae wonder,\u2019 said the king,\n\u2018That my daughter\u2019s love ye did win;\nHad I been a woman, as I am a man,\nMy bedfellow ye should hae been.\n100A.11 \u2018Will ye marry my daughter Janet,\nBy the truth of thy right hand?\nI\u2019ll gie ye gold, I\u2019ll gie ye money,\nAnd I\u2019ll gie ye an earldom o land.\u2019\n100A.12 \u2018Yes, I\u2019ll marry yere daughter Janet,\nBy the truth of my right hand;\nBut I\u2019ll hae nane o yer gold, I\u2019ll hae nane o yer money,\nNor I winna hae an earldom o land.\n100A.13 \u2018For I hae eighteen corn-mills,\nRuns all in water clear,\nAnd there\u2019s as much corn in each o them\nAs they can grind in a year.\u2019\n100B: Willie o Winesberry\n100B.* * * *\n\u2018WHAT aileth ye, my dochter Dysmill,\nYe look sae pale and wan?\nHae ye had ony sair sickness,\nOr ill luve wi a man?\n100B.2 \u2018Cast aff, cast aff your bony brown goun,\nAnd lay\u2019t down on the stane,\nAnd I sall tell ye ay or no\nYe hae layn wi a man.\u2019\n100B.3 She has taen aff her bony brown gown,\nShe has laid it on the stane;\nHer waist was big, her side was round,\nHer fair colour was gane.\n100B.4 \u2018Now is it to a man of micht,\nOr to a man of mean?\nOr is it to the ranke robber\nThat robs upon the main?\u2019\n100B.5 \u2018O it\u2019s nor to a man of micht,\nNor to a man of mean;\nBut it\u2019s to Willie Winchberrie,\nThat came frae France and Spain.\u2019\n100B.6 The king he\u2019s turnd him round about,\nAn angry man was he:\n\u2018Gar bring to me your fals leman,\nWha sall high hanged be.\u2019\n100B.7 Then Dysmill turnd her round about,\nThe tear blinded her ee:\n\u2018Gin ye begin to hang, father,\nYe maun begin wi mee.\u2019\n100B.8 When Willie he cam to the king,\nHis coat was o the silk;\nHis hair was like the thread o gowd,\nHis skin white as the milk.\n100B.9 \u2018Ne wonder, ne wonder,\u2019 quoth the king,\n\u2018My dochter shoud like ye;\nGin ye were a woman, as ye\u2019re a man,\nMy bedfellow ye sould be.\n100B.10 \u2018Now will ye marry my dochter Dysmill,\nBy the truth o your right hand?\nNow will ye marry my dochter Dysmill,\nAnd be a lord o the land?\u2019\n100C: Willie o Winesberry\n100C.1 THE king has been long seven years away,\nLong seven years away frae hame;\nOur king has been long seven years away,\nA hunting oer in Spain.\n* * * * *\n100C.2 \u2018What aileth thee, my ae daughter,\nThou lookst so pale and wan?\nHast thou had any sore sickness,\nOr hast thou loved man?\u2019\n100C.3 \u2018I have not had any sore sickness,\nTo make me look sae wan;\nBut it is for your own majestie,\nYou staid sae lang in Spain.\u2019\n100C.4 \u2018Cast aff, cast aff thy silken gown,\nAnd lay it on yon stane,\nAnd I\u2019ll tell to thee if with child you be,\nOr if ye be with nane.\u2019\n100C.5 She\u2019s casten aff her costly gown,\nThat\u2019s made o the silk sae fine;\nHer stays were sae strait she could na loot,\nAnd her fair colour was wan.\n100C.6 \u2018Oh is it to any mighty man?\nOr any lord of fame?\nOr is it to the rank robbers\nThat I sent out o Spain?\u2019\n100C.7 \u2018It is no to the rank robbers\nThat you sent out o Spain;\nBut it is to Thomas of Winsbury,\nFor I dought na lie my lane.\u2019\n100C.8 \u2018If it be to Lord Thomas,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018It\u2019s hanged shall he be:\u2019\n\u2018If you hang Thomas of Winsbury,\nYou\u2019ll get na mair gude o me.\u2019\n100C.9 The king\u2019s called up his merry men all,\nBy one, by two, and three;\nLord Thomas should hae been the foremost man,\nBut the hindmost man was he.\n100C.10 \u2018No wonder, no wonder,\u2019 the king he said,\n\u2018My daughter loved thee;\nFor wert thou a woman, as thou art a man,\nMy bedfellow thou shouldst be.\n100C.11 \u2018O will you marry my daughter dear,\nBy the faith of thy right hand?\nAnd thou shalt reign, when I am dead,\nThe king over my whole land.\u2019\n100C.12 \u2018I will marry your daughter dear,\nWith my heart, yea and my hand;\nBut it never shall be that Lord Winsbury\nShall rule oer fair Scotland.\u2019\n100C.13 He\u2019s mounted her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself on a dapple-grey,\nAnd made her a lady of as much land\nShe could ride in a whole summer day.\n100D: Willie o Winesberry\n100D.1 THERE was a lady fine and gay,\nShe was so neat and trim;\nShe went unto her own garden-wall,\nTo see her own ships come in.\n100D.2 And there she spied her daughter Jane,\nWho lookd so pale and wan:\n\u2018What, have you had some long sickness,\nOr lain with some young man?\u2019\n100D.3 \u2018No, I have had no long sickness,\nNor lain with no young man:\u2019\nHer petticoats they were so short,\nShe was full nine months gone.\n100D.4 \u2018Oh is it by some nobleman?\nOr by some man of fame?\nOr is it by Johnny Barbary,\nThat\u2019s lately come from Spain?\u2019\n100D.5 \u2018No, it is by no nobleman,\nNor by no man of fame;\nBut it is by Johnny Barbary,\nThat\u2019s lately come from Spain.\u2019\n100D.6 Then she calld down her merry men,\nBy one, by two, by three;\nJohnny Barbary used to be the first,\nBut now the last came he.\n100D.7 \u2018Oh will you take my daughter Jane,\nAnd wed her out of hand?\nAnd you shall dine and sup with me,\nAnd be heir of my land.\u2019\n100D.8 \u2018Yes, I will take your daughter Jane,\nAnd wed her out of hand;\nAnd I will dine and sup with you,\nBut I do not want your land.\u2019\n100D.9 Then she calld down her merry men,\nWith a shrill and a pleasant voice:\n\u2018Come, let us all now mery be,\nSince she has made such a happy choice.\u2019\n100E: Willie o Winesberry\n100E.* * * *\n\u2018OH daughter, oh daughter,\u2019 her father he said,\n\u2018What makes you look so pale?\n. . . . .\nOr are you in love with any man?\u2019\n100E.2 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018But if it be one of my own sailor lads,\nHigh hanged he shall be.\u2019\n100E.3 Johnnie Barbour he cam doun the stair,\nHis shirt was of the silk;\nHis two bonnie black een were rolling in his head,\nAnd his skin was as white as milk.\n100E.4 \u2018Oh are you ready to marry my daughter,\nAnd take her by the hand,\nAnd to eat and drink with me at the table,\nAnd be heir of all my land?\u2019\n100E.5 \u2018Oh it\u2019s I am ready to marry your daughter,\nAnd take her by the hand,\nAnd to eat and drink with her at the table,\nAnd to fight for all your land.\u2019\n100F: Willie o Winesberry\n100F.1 OUR king hath been a poor prisoner,\nAnd a poor prisoner in Spain; O\nWhen seven long years was past and gone,\nOur Scotish king came hame.O\n100F.2 As he was riding along the way,\nHe met with his dear dochter:\n\u2018What ails thee, what ails thee, my dochter dear,\nThou looks so pale and wan?\n100F.3 \u2018Have ye had any sore sickness,\nOr have ye lovd a man?\nOr is it for me, my dochter dear,\nI have been so long in Spain?\u2019\n100F.4 \u2018I have had no sore sickness,\nNor yet have I loved a man;\nBut it is for you, my father dear,\nThou\u2019ve been so long in Spain.\u2019\n100F.5 \u2018Cast aff, cast aff thy brown silk gown,\nAnd spread it on yonder stone,\nAnd I will tell you by and by\nWhether thou art a maid or none.\u2019\n100F.6 She\u2019s coosten off her brown silk gown,\nAnd spread it on yonder stone,\nAnd her belly was big, and her face pale and wan,\nAnd she was about half gone.\n100F.7 \u2018Is it to a man o micht?\nOr to a man of fame?\nOr is it to one of the rank rebels\nThat I sent out of Spain?\u2019\n100F.8 \u2018It is not to a man of micht,\nNor to a man of fame,\nNor yet to one of the rank rebels\nThat ye sent out o Spain;\nBut it is to Willie o Winsberry,\nThy very own serving-man.\u2019\n100F.9 \u2018If it be to Willie o Winsberry,\nAs I trew well it be,\nGin the morn at ten o the clock\nIt\u2019s hanged shall he be.\u2019\n100F.10 As the king was riding up the gate\nHe met Willie clothed in scarlet red,\nAnd his hair was as yellow as the beam, beam gold,\nAnd his breast as white as milk.\n100F.11 \u2018No wonder, no wonder,\u2019 quo the king,\n\u2018My dochter luvit thee;\nFor if thou was a woman, as thou\u2019rt a man,\nMy bedfellow thou should be.\u2019\n100F.12 The king called down his merry men all,\nBy one, by two, and by three;\nSweet Willie should ha been the foremost man,\nBut the hindmost man drew he.\n100F.13 \u2018Will you take my dochter Jean,\nBy the faith of her richt hand?\nAnd you shall sup and dine with me,\nAnd heir the third part of my land.\u2019\n100F.14 \u2018I will take your dochter Jean,\nBy the faith of her richt hand,\nAnd I will sup and dine with you,\nBut a fig for all your land;\nFor I\u2019ve as much land in Winsberry\nAs we\u2019ll ride in a long summer\u2019s day.\u2019\n100G: Willie o Winesberry\n100G.1 SEVEN years the king he staid\nInto the land of Spain,\nAnd seven years True Thomas was\nHis daughter\u2019s chamberlain.\n100G.2 But it fell ance upon a day\nThe king he did come home;\nShe baked and she benjed ben,\nAnd did him there welcome.\n100G.3 \u2018What aileth you, my daughter Janet,\nYou look sae pale and wan?\nThere is a dreder in your heart,\nOr else you love a man.\u2019\n100G.4 \u2018There is no dreder in my heart,\nNor do I love a man;\nBut it is for your lang byding\nInto the land of Spain.\u2019\n100G.5 \u2018Ye\u2019ll cast aff your bonny brown gown,\nAnd lay it on a stone,\nAnd I\u2019ll tell you, my jelly Janet,\nIf ever ye lovd a man.\u2019\n100G.6 She\u2019s cast aff her bonny brown gown,\nAnd laid it on a stone;\nHer belly was big, her twa sides high,\nHer colour it was quite gane.\n100G.7 \u2018Is it to a man o the might, Janet,\nOr is it till a man o the main?\nOr is it to one o my poor soldiers,\nThat I brought hame frae Spain?\u2019\n100G.8 \u2018It\u2019s not till a man o the might,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor yet to a man o the main;\nBut it\u2019s to Thomas o Winsbury,\nThat cannot longer len.\u2019\n100G.9 \u2018O where are all my wall-wight men,\nThat I pay meat and fee,\nThat will go for him True Thomas,\nAnd bring him in to me?\nFor the morn, ere I eat or drink,\nHigh hanged shall he be.\u2019\n100G.10 She\u2019s turnd her right and round about,\nThe tear blinded her ee:\n\u2018If ye do any ill to True Thomas,\nYe\u2019se never get gude o me.\u2019\n100G.11 When Thomas came before the king\nHe glanced like the fire;\nHis hair was like the threads o gold,\nHis eyes like crystal clear.\n100G.12 \u2018It was nae wonder, my daughter Janet,\nAltho ye loved this man;\nIf he were a woman, as he is a man,\nMy bed-fellow he would been.\n100G.13 \u2018O will ye marry my daughter Janet?\nThe truth\u2019s in your right hand;\nYe\u2019s hae some o my gold, and some o my gear,\nAnd the twalt part o my land.\u2019\n100G.14 \u2018It\u2019s I will marry your daughter Janet;\nThe truth\u2019s in my right hand;\nI\u2019ll hae nane o your gold, nor nane o your gear,\nI\u2019ve enough in my own land.\n100G.15 \u2018But I will marry your daughter Janet\nWith thirty ploughs and three,\nAnd four and twenty bonny breast-mills,\nAnd a\u2019 on the water o Dee.\u2019\n100H: Willie o Winesberry\n100H.1 IT fell upon a time, when the proud king of France\nWent a hunting for five months and more,\nThat his dochter fell in love with Thomas of Winesberrie,\nFrom Scotland newly come oer.\n100H.2 Whan her father cam hame frae hunting the deer,\nAnd his dochter before him cam,\nHer belly it was big, and her twa sides round,\nAnd her fair colour was wan.\n100H.3 \u2018What ails thee, what ails thee, my dochter Janet?\nWhat makes thee to look sae wan?\nYe\u2019ve either been sick, and very, very sick,\nOr else ye hae lain wi a man.\u2019\n100H.4 \u2019re welcome, ye\u2019re welcome, dear father,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Ye\u2019re welcome hame to your ain,\nFor I hae been sick, and very, very sick,\nThinking lang for your coming hame.\n100H.5 \u2018O pardon, O pardon, dear father,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018A pardon ye\u2019ll grant me:\u2019\n\u2018Na pardon, na pardon, my dochter,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Na pardon I\u2019ll grant thee.\n100H.6 \u2018O is it to a man of micht,\nOr to a man of mean?\nOr is it to onie of thae rank robbers\nThat I sent hame frae Spain?\u2019\n100H.7 \u2018It is not to a man of micht,\nNor to a man of mean;\nBut it is to Thomas o Winesberrie,\nAnd for him I suffer pain.\u2019\n100H.8 \u2018If it be to Thomas o\u2019 Winesberrie,\nAs I trust well it be,\nBefore I either eat or drink,\nHie hangit sall he be.\u2019\n100H.9 When this bonnie boy was brought afore the king,\nHis claithing was o the silk,\nHis fine yellow hair hang dangling doun,\nAnd his skin was like the milk.\n100H.10 \u2018Na wonder, na wonder, Lord Thomas,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018My dochter fell in love wi thee,\nFor if I war a woman, as I am a man,\nMy bed-fellow ye shoud be.\n100H.11 \u2018Then will ye marry my dochter Janet,\nTo be heir to a\u2019 my land?\nO will ye marry my dochter Janet,\nWi the truth o your richt hand?\u2019\n100H.12 \u2018I will marry your dochter Janet,\nWi the truth o my richt hand;\nI\u2019ll hae nane o your gowd, nor yet o your gear,\nI\u2019ve eneuch in fair Scotland.\n100H.13 \u2018But I will marry your dochter Janet,\nI care na for your land,\nFor she\u2019s be a queen, and I a king,\nWhan we come to fair Scotland.\u2019\n100I: Willie o Winesberry\n100I.1 IT fell upon a time that the proud king of France\nWent a hunting for five months and more;\nHis daughter fell in love with Lord Winsberry,\nWho from Scotland was newly come oer.\n100I.2 \u2018You\u2019re welcome, welcome, dear father,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018You\u2019re welcome again to your own;\nFor I have been sick, and very, very sick,\nThinking long for your coming home.\u2019\n100I.3 \u2018Put off, put off your gown of green,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And spread it on yonder green,\nAnd tell them from me that in mourning you are,\nOr that he have lain with a man.\u2019\n100I.4 She\u2019s put off her gown of green,\nAnd spread it on the strand;\nHer haunches were round, and her belly was big,\nFrom her face the colour is gone.\n100I.5 \u2018O is it to a man of might,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or is it to a man that\u2019s mean?\nOr is it to one of those rank rebels,\nThat lately from Scotland came?\u2019\n100I.6 \u2018O it is to a man of might,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018It is not to one that is mean;\nIt is to Lord Thomas of Winsberry,\nAnd for him I must suffer pain.\u2019\n100I.7 The king called up his merry men all,\nBy one, by two, and by three:\n\u2018Go fetch me Lord Thomas of Winsberry,\nFor tomorrow he shall die.\u2019\n100I.8 They sought him up, they sought him down,\nAs fast as fast could be;\nThere they found Lord Thomas of Winsberry,\nSitting under an orange tree.\n100I.9 \u2018Get up, get up, Lord Thomas,\u2019 they said,\n\u2018Get up, and bound your way;\nFor the king has sworn by his honoured crown\nThat tomorrow is thy dying-day.\u2019\n100I.10 \u2018O what have I robbd, or what have I stolen,\nOr what have I killed or slain,\nThat I should be afraid to speak to your king?\nFor I have done him no wrong.\u2019\n100I.11 Lord Thomas came tripping up the stair,\nHis cloathing was of the silk;\nHis fine yellow hair hung dangling down,\nHis skin was white as the milk.\n100I.12 And when he came before the king\nHe kneeled down on his knee;\nSays, What is your will with me, my liege,\nWhat is your will with me?\n100I.13 \u2018I think no wonder, Lord Thomas,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018That my daughter fell in love with thee;\nIf thou wert a woman, as thou art a man,\nMy bed-fellow thou wouldst be.\n100I.14 \u2018Will ye marry my daughter Jean,\nBy the faith of thy right hand?\nThou\u2019se have part of my gold, part of my gear,\nAnd a third part of my land.\u2019\n100I.15 \u2018Yes, I will marry thy daughter Jean,\nBy the faith of my right hand;\nI\u2019ll have none of your gold, none of your gear;\nI have enough in fair Scotland.\u2019\n100I.16 He has mounted her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself on a dapple-grey;\nHe\u2019s got as much land in fair Scotland\nAs they can ride in a summer\u2019s day.","title":"The Child Ballads: 100. Willie o Winesberry","type":"page"}