THE TWO The lady at her own front door As straight as a willow And by there come a lusty With his in his hand Crying bide bide For a nowhere you can hide For the lusty smith will be your And he lay your pride. Why do you sit there lady All in robes of red I'll come at this same time And you in me bed . . . Away you coal black smith Would you do me wrong For to to have me maiden head That I have so long I'd rather I was dead and And me body laid in the Than a lusty, dusty, coal smith Me maiden should have . . . So the lady, she curled up her And upon the mold That he'd not have her head For all of a pot of gold. But the he curled up his hand And he swore upon the That he have her maiden head For the half of or less . . . So the lady she into a dove And flew up the air Ah, but he became an old cock And they pair and pair . . . So the lady she turned into a As as the night was black Ah, but he became a saddle And he clumb to her back . . . So the she turned into a hare And ran all the plane Ah, but he became a dog And ran her again . . . So the lady she into a fly And up into the air Ah, but he became a big, hairy And her into his lair . . . So the lady she turned a sheep Grazing on yon Ah, but he became a big ram And he was upon her. . . . So she into a full dress ship And she all over the sea Ah, but he a bold captain And aboard of her he . . . So the she turned into a cloud away in the air Ah, but he became a lightning And zipped into her . . . So she turned into a mulberry A mulberry tree in the Ah, but he forth as the morning dew And sprinkled her she stood. . . . So the lady she ran into the And she changed a bed Ah, but he became a green And he gained her maiden And she woke he took her so And he bad her bide And the lusty smith 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 Ships in the Forest, Legacy 65 in the key of C. by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the Bush and by Carthy #44 filename[ DC BOUNDARY===