THE TWO The lady sits at her own front As as a willow wand And by there come a smith his hammer in his hand Crying lady bide For there's a you can hide For the lusty smith will be your And he lay your pride. Why do you sit there fair All in your of red I'll come at this same time And you in me bed . . . Away away you black smith Would you do me this For to think to me maiden head I have kept so long I'd rather I was dead and And me body in the grave Than a lusty, dusty, black smith Me maiden head have . . . So the lady, she up her hand And swore 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 the mast That he would have her head For the of that or less . . . So the lady she into a dove And up into the air Ah, but he became an old pigeon And flew 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 upon to her . . . So the lady she turned 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, spider And dragged her his lair . . . So the lady she turned a sheep Grazing on yon Ah, but he a big horny ram And soon he was her. . . . So she turned into a full ship And she sailed all the sea Ah, but he became a bold And of her went he . . . So the lady she turned into a Floating in the air Ah, but he became a flash And zipped into her . . . So she turned into a mulberry A mulberry in the wood Ah, but he forth as the morning dew And her where she stood. . . . So the she ran into the bedroom And she changed a bed Ah, but he a green coverlet And he gained her head And she woke he took her so And still he bad her And the lusty smith became her For all of her pride. This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, 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. also by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the and by Carthy #44 filename[ DC ===DOCUMENT