The Two Magicians Lyrics - Lloyd

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 maiden head 

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. 

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 

Child #44 

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