THE TWO The lady at her own front door As straight as a wand And by there come a smith his hammer in his hand Crying bide bide For there's a you can hide For the lusty smith will be your And he lay your pride. Why do you sit lady fair All in robes of red come tomorrow at this same time And you in me bed . . . Away away you coal smith Would you do me this For to to have me maiden head That I have kept so I'd I was dead and cold And me body laid in the a lusty, dusty, coal black smith Me maiden should 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 curled up his And he swore upon the That he would her maiden head For the half of or less . . . So the lady she turned a dove And flew up the air Ah, but he became an old cock And they flew and pair . . . So the lady she turned a mare As dark as the night was Ah, but he became a saddle And he clumb upon to her . . . So the lady she turned a hare And ran all over the Ah, but he a greyhound dog And ran her again . . . 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 a sheep Grazing on yon Ah, but he a big horny ram And he was upon her. . . . So she turned into a dress ship And she all over the sea Ah, but he became a bold 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 turned into a 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 became a green And he gained her head 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 derivative of Ballad 44, with a tune by A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Barrand on Ships in the Forest, Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C. also by Frankie on Bird in the Bush and by Carthy #44 filename[ DC ===DOCUMENT