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[words Richard Thompson. tune, Willie O'Winsbury.]

Farewell, Farewell

Farewell, farewell to you who’d hear
You lonely travellers all.
The cold north winds will blow again
The winding road does call.
 
And you will never return to see your
Bruised and beaten sons?
Oh, I would, I would if welcome I were
For they loathe me ev’ryone.
 
And will you never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be?
And can you never swear a year
To anyone but me?
 
No I will never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be,
But I’ll swear a year to one who lies
Asleep alongside of me.
 
Farewell, farewell to you who’d hear
You lonely travellers all.
The cold north winds will blow again
The winding road does call.

The tune to this song is from the
traditional song Willy O'Winsbury

Willie O'Winsbury

The king had been a prisoner
And a prisoner long in Spain,
And Willie of the Winsbury
Has lain long with his daughter
at hame.
 
What ails ye, what ails ye,
my daughter Janet,
Why you look so pale and wan?
Oh have you had any sore sickness
Or yet been sleeping with a man?”
 
“I have not had any sore sickness
Nor yet been sleeping wi' a man.
It is for you, my father dear,
For biding so long in Spain”
 
“Cast off, cast off your
berry-brown gown,
You stand naked upon the stane,
That I may ken ye by your shape
Whether you be a maiden or none.”
 
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.
 
“Oh, was it with a lord or a duke
or a knight
Or a man of birth and fame?
Or was it with one of me serving men
That's lately come out of Spain?”
 
“No, it wasn't with a lord, nor a duke,
nor a knight,
Or a man of birth and fame.
But it was with Willie of Winsbury,
I could bide no longer alone.”
 
And the king he has called on his
merry men all,
By thirty and by three,
Says, “Fetch me this
Willie of Winsbury,
For hanged he shall be.”
 
But when he came the king before,
He was clad all in the red silk.
His hair was like the strands of gold,
His skin was as white as the milk.
 
“And it is no wonder,” said the king,
“That my daughter's love you did win.
If I was a woman, as I am a man,
My bedfellow you would have been.”
 
“And will you marry my daughter Janet
By the truth of your right hand?
Oh, will you marry my daughter Janet?
I'll make you the lord of my land.”
 
“Yes, I will marry your daughter Janet
By the truth of my right hand.
Yes I will marry your daughter Janet,
But I'll not be the lord of your land.”
 
And he's mounted her on a
milk-white steed
And himself on a dapple grey.
He has made her the lady
of as much land
As she'll ride in a long
summer's day.

[Child Ballad #100, trad.]

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