THE TWO The lady at her own front door As as a willow wand And by there a lusty smith With his hammer in his Crying bide lady For there's a nowhere you can For the lusty smith be your love And he will lay pride. Why do you sit there fair All in robes of red I'll come tomorrow at this time And you in me bed . . . Away away you coal smith you do me this wrong For to to have me maiden head That I have so long I'd I was dead and cold And me body laid in the Than a lusty, dusty, coal smith Me maiden head should . . . So the lady, she up her hand And upon the mold That not have her maiden head For all of a pot of gold. But the he curled up his hand And he swore the mast That he would her maiden head For the half of that or . . . So the lady she turned a dove And up into the air Ah, but he became an old pigeon And they pair and pair . . . So the lady she turned into a As dark as the night was Ah, but he became a golden And he clumb upon to her . . . So the lady she turned into a And ran all over the Ah, but he a greyhound dog And ran her down . . . So the lady she into a fly And up into the air Ah, but he a big, hairy spider And dragged her his lair . . . So the lady she into a sheep Grazing on yon Ah, but he a big horny ram And soon he was her. . . . So she into a full dress ship And she sailed all the sea Ah, but he became a bold And aboard of her he . . . So the lady she turned a cloud Floating in the air Ah, but he a lightning flash And right into her . . . So she turned a mulberry tree A tree in the wood Ah, but he came as the morning dew And her where she stood. . . . So the lady she ran into the And she changed a bed Ah, but he became a green And he gained her head And once she he took her so And still he bad her And the lusty became her love For all of her pride. This song is a derivative of Child 44, with a tune by A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Barrand on Dark in the Forest, Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C. also by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the and by Carthy #44 filename[ DC BOUNDARY===