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It fell upon a time that the proud King of France,

went a hunting for five months and more,

His daughter fell in love with Lord Winsberry,

who from Scotland was newly come o’er

You're welcome, welcome dear father she said,

you're welcome again to your own

For I have been sick and very very sick,

thinking long for your coming home.

Put off put off your gown of green he says,

and spread it on yonder green,

and tell them from me that in mourning you are,

or that you have lain with a man,

She’s put off her gown of green,

and spread it on the strand,

Her haunches were round and her belly was big,

from her face the colour is gone.

O is it to a man of might he says;

or is it to a man that’s mean,

or is it to one of these rank rebels,

that lately from Scotland came.

O it is to a man of might she says,

it is to one that is mean,

It is to Lord Thomas of Winsberry,

and for him I must suffer pain 