The Two Magicians 
(Traditional) 

The lady sits at her own front door 
As straight as a willow wand 
And by [bad word] a lusty smith 
With his hammer in his hand 

Saying 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 
 [bad word] back tomorrow 
And have you in me bed 

Saying. . . 

Away away you coal black smith 
Would you do me this wrong 
For to have me maiden head 
That I have kept so long 
I'd rather I was dead and cold 
And me body in the grave 
Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith 
Me maiden head should have 

Saying. . . 

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 swore upon the mast 
That he would have her maiden head 
For the half of that or less 

Saying. . . 

So the lady she turned into a dove 
And flew up in the air 
But he became an old [bad word] pigeon 
And they flew pair and pair 
So the lady she turned into a mare 
As dark as night was black 
But he became a golden saddle 
And climbed upon to her back 

Saying . . . 

So the lady she turned into a hare 
And ran all over the plane 
But he became a greyhound dog 
And ran her down again 
So the lady she turned into a fly 
And fluttered in the air 
But he became a hairy spider 
And dragged her in his lair 

Saying. . . 

So the lady she turned into a sheep 
Grazing upon [bad word] 
But he became a horny ram 
And soon he was upon her. 
So she turned into a full dress ship 
And sailed over the sea 
But he became a bold captain 
And aboard of her went he 

Saying . . . 

So the lady she turned into a cloud 
Floating in the air 
But he became a lightning flash 
And zipped right into her 
So she turned into a mulberry tree 
mulberry tree in the wood 
But he came forth as the morning dew 
And sprinkled her where she stood. 

Saying. . . 

So the lady she ran into the bedroom 
And changed into a bed 
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 
For the lusty smith became her love 
For all of her mighty pride.