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Lord Thomas o Winsbury; or,
Lord Thomas of Winesberry and the King's Daughter
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Lord Thomas o Winsbury; or, Lord Thomas of Winesberry and the King's Daughter
WILLIE O WINSBURY—G
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Seven years the king he staidInto the land of Spain,
And seven years True Thomas was
His daughter's chamberlain.
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But it fell ance upon a dayThe king he did come home;
She baked and she benjed ben,
And did him there welcome.
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‘What aileth you, my daughter Janet,You look sae pale and wan?
There is a dreder in your heart,
Or else you love a man.’
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‘There is no dreder in my heart,Nor do I love a man;
But it is for your lang byding
Into the land of Spain.’
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‘Ye'll cast aff your bonny brown gown,And lay it on a stone,
And I'll tell you, my jelly Janet,
If ever ye lovd a man.’
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She's cast aff her bonny brown gown,And laid it on a stone;
Her belly was big, her twa sides high,
Her colour it was quite gane.
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‘Is it to a man o the might, Janet,Or is it till a man o the main?
Or is it to one o my poor soldiers,
That I brought hame frae Spain?’
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‘It's not till a man o the might,’ she says,‘Nor yet to a man o the main;
But it's to Thomas o winsbury,
That cannot longer len.’
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‘O where are all my wall-wight men,That I pay meat and fee,
That will go for him True Thomas,
And bring him in to me?
For the morn, ere I eat or drink,
High hanged shall he be.’
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She's turnd her right and round about,The tear blinded her ee:
‘If ye do any ill to True Thomas,
Ye's never get gude o me.’
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When Thomas came before the kingHe glanced like the fire;
His hair was like the threads o gold,
His eyes like crystal clear.
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‘It was nae wonder, my daughter Janet,Altho ye loved this man;
If he were a woman, as he is a man,
My bed-fellow he would been.
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‘O will ye marry my daughter Janet?The truth's in your right hand;
Ye's hae some o my gold, and some o my gear,
And the twalt part o my land.’
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‘It's I will marry your daughter Janet;The truth's in my right hand;
I'll hae nane o your gold, nor nane o your gear,
I've enough in my own land.
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‘But I will marry your daughter JanetWith thirty ploughs and three,
And four and twenty bonny breast-mills,
And a' on the water o Dee.’
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