(This score available as
a MIDI file)
Pennywhistle notation and Dulcimer tab for this song is also available
The Two Magicians The lady sits at her own front door As straight as a willow wand And by there come a lusty smith With his hammer in his hand Crying bide lady bide For there's a nowhere you can hide For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride. Why do you sit there lady fair All in your robes of red I'll come tomorrow at this same time And have you in me bed Crying . . . Away away you coal black smith Would you do me this wrong For to think to have me maiden head That I have kept so long I'd rather I was dead and cold And me body laid in the grave Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith Me maiden head should have Crying . . . So the lady, she curled up her hand And swore upon the mold That he'd not have her maiden head For all of a pot of gold. But the blacksmith he curled up his hand And he swore upon the mast That he would have her maiden head For the half of that or less Crying . . . So the lady she turned into a dove And flew up into the air Ah, but he became an old cock pigeon And they flew pair and pair Cooing . . . So the lady she turned into a mare As dark as the night was black Ah, but he became a golden saddle And he clumb upon to her back Itching . . . So the lady she turned into a hare And ran all over the plane Ah, but he became a greyhound dog And ran her down again Barking . . . So the lady she turned into a fly And fluttered up into the air Ah, but he became a big, hairy spider And dragged her into his lair Spinning . . . So the lady she turned into a sheep Grazing on yon common Ah, but he became a big horny ram And soon he was upon her. Bleating . . . So she turned into a full dress ship And she sailed all over the sea Ah, but he became a bold captain And aboard of her went he Ordering . . . So the lady she turned into a cloud Floating away in the air Ah, but he became a lightning flash And zipped right into her Shocking . . . So she turned into a mulberry tree A mulberry tree in the wood Ah, but he came forth as the morning dew And sprinkled her where she stood. Dripping . . . So the lady she ran into the bedroom And she changed into a bed Ah, but he became a green coverlet And he gained her maidenhead And once she woke he took her so And still he bad her bide And the lusty smith became her love For all of her mighty pride. Child #44 This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on Dark Ships in the Forest, Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C. also by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the Bush and by Carthy DC
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!