Tytuł: The two magicians

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   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.