Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - The Two Magicians lyrics

The lady sits in her own front door As straight as the willow wand, And by there come a lusty smith With a hammer in his hand. And he said, "Bide, lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." "Well may you stand, you lady fair, All in your robes of red, But come tomorrow at this same time I'll have you in me bed." And he said, "Bide, lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." "Away, away, you coal-black smith, Would you do me this wrong? To think to have my maidenhead 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 My maidenhead should have." So the lady she held up her hand, She swore upon her soul That she'd not need the blacksmith's love For all of a box of gold. But the blacksmith he held up his hand And he swore upon the ma** Saying, "I'll have you in me bed young girl For the half of that or less." "Bide lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." So the lady she turned into a dove And she flew up in the air; But he became an old co*k pigeon And they flew pair and pair. Crying, "Bide, lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." So the lady she turned into a hare And she ran across the plain; But he became a greyhound dog And he ran her down again. Crying, "Bide, lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." So she became a little mare As dark as the night was black; But he became a golden saddle And he clung onto her back. Crying, "Bide, lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." So she became a hot griddle And he became a cake; And every move that poor girl made The blacksmith was her mate. Crying, "Bide, lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." So she became a full-dressed ship And she sailed on the sea; But he became a bold captain And aboard of her went he. Crying, "Bide, lady bide, There's nowhere you can hide. For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride." So the lady she ran into the bedroom And she changed into a bed; But he became a green coverlet And he gained her maidenhead. And was she woke he held her so And still he bade her bide; And the lusty smith became her love For all her mighty pride.