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