THE TWO The sits at her own front door As straight as a wand And by there a lusty smith his hammer in his hand Crying bide bide For there's a nowhere you can For the smith will be your love And he lay your pride. Why do you sit there lady All in your of red I'll come tomorrow at same time And you in me bed . . . Away you coal black smith Would you do me wrong For to think to me maiden head That I have so long I'd rather I was and cold And me laid in the grave Than a lusty, dusty, coal black Me maiden head have . . . So the lady, she curled up her And swore the mold That he'd not her maiden head For all of a pot of gold. But the blacksmith he up his hand And he upon the mast That he have her maiden head For the of that or less . . . So the she turned into a dove And flew up the air Ah, but he an old cock pigeon And they flew pair and . . . So the lady she turned into a As as the night was black Ah, but he became a golden And he clumb 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 she turned into a fly And fluttered up the air Ah, but he a big, hairy spider And her into his lair . . . So the lady she turned into a Grazing on yon Ah, but he a big horny ram And he was upon her. . . . So she into a full dress ship And she all over the sea Ah, but he became a captain And aboard of her he . . . So the lady she turned into a away 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 forth as the dew And her where she stood. . . . So the lady she ran the bedroom And she into a bed Ah, but he a green coverlet And he gained her head And once she he took her so And he bad her bide And the smith 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 & Tony Barrand on Dark in the Forest, Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C. by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the Bush and by Carthy #44 filename[ DC ===DOCUMENT