THE TWO The lady at her own front door As straight as a wand And by come a lusty smith With his hammer in his Crying bide lady For a nowhere you can hide For the smith will be your love And he will lay pride. Why do you sit there fair All in your of red I'll tomorrow at this same time And you in me bed . . . Away away you coal black Would you do me wrong For to think to me maiden head That I have kept so I'd rather I was dead and And me body in the grave Than a lusty, dusty, coal black Me maiden should have . . . So the lady, she up her hand And swore the mold he'd not have her maiden head For all of a pot of gold. But the he curled up his hand And he upon the mast 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 pigeon And flew pair and pair . . . So the lady she turned a mare As as the night was black Ah, but he became a golden And he clumb upon to her . . . So the she turned into a hare And ran all the plane Ah, but he became a dog And ran her down . . . So the lady she turned a fly And fluttered up 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 a big horny ram And soon he was her. . . . So she into a full dress ship And she sailed all the sea Ah, but he became a bold And of her went he . . . So the lady she turned a cloud away in the air Ah, but he became a lightning And zipped right her . . . So she turned a mulberry tree A tree in the wood Ah, but he came as the morning dew And her where she stood. . . . So the she ran into 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 still he bad her And the smith 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 recorded by Roberts & Tony Barrand on Dark 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 ===DOCUMENT