THE TWO The sits at her own front door As straight as a wand And by come a lusty smith his hammer in his hand Crying bide lady For there's a you can hide For the lusty will be your love And he lay your pride. Why do you sit there fair All in your of red come tomorrow at this same time And you in me bed . . . Away away you black smith you do me this wrong For to think to have me head That I have kept so I'd rather I was dead and And me body in the grave a lusty, dusty, coal black smith Me maiden head have . . . So the lady, she up her hand And swore upon the That he'd not have her head For all of a pot of gold. But the blacksmith he curled up his And he upon the mast That he would have her maiden For the half of that or . . . So the she turned into a dove And up into the air Ah, but he became an old pigeon And flew pair and pair . . . So the lady she into a mare As dark as the night was Ah, but he a golden saddle And he upon to her back . . . So the lady she turned a hare And ran all the plane Ah, but he a greyhound dog And ran her down . . . So the she turned into a fly And up into the air Ah, but he became a big, hairy And dragged her his lair . . . So the she turned into a sheep on yon common Ah, but he became a big ram And soon he was her. . . . So she turned a full dress ship And she all over the sea Ah, but he a bold captain And aboard of her he . . . So the lady she turned a cloud Floating in the air Ah, but he a lightning flash And zipped right her . . . So she into a mulberry tree A tree in the wood Ah, but he came forth as the dew And sprinkled her she stood. . . . So the lady she ran into the And she into a bed Ah, but he a green coverlet And he her maiden head And once she woke he her so And he bad her bide And the lusty became her love For all of her pride. This song is a derivative of Ballad 44, with a tune by A. L. Lloyd. It was by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on Ships in the Forest, Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C. also by Frankie Armstrong on in the Bush and by Carthy #44 filename[ DC BOUNDARY===