The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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THE TWA MAGICIANS
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The lady stands in her bower door,As straight as willow wand;
The blacksmith stood a little forebye,
Wi hammer in his hand.
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‘Weel may ye dress ye, lady fair,Into your robes o red;
Before the morn at this same time,
I'll gain your maidenhead.’
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‘Awa, awa, ye coal-black smith,Woud ye do me the wrang
To think to gain my maidenhead,
That I hae kept sae lang!’
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Then she has hadden up her hand,And she sware by the mold,
‘I wudna be a blacksmith's wife
For the full o a chest o gold.
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‘I'd rather I were dead and gone,And my body laid in grave,
Ere a rusty stock o coal-black smith
My maidenhead shoud have.’
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But he has hadden up his hand,And he sware by the mass,
‘I'll cause ye be my light leman
For the hauf o that and less.’
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O bide, lady, bide,
And aye he bade her bide;
The rusty smith your leman shall be,
For a' your muckle pride.
And aye he bade her bide;
The rusty smith your leman shall be,
For a' your muckle pride.
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Then she became a turtle dow,To fly up in the air,
And he became another dow,
And they flew pair and pair.
O bide, lady, bide, &c.
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She turnd hersell into an eel,To swim into yon burn,
And he became a speckled trout,
To gie the eel a turn.
O bide, lady, bide, &c.
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Then she became a duck, a duck,To puddle in a peel,
And he became a rose-kaimd drake,
To gie the duck a dreel.
O bide, lady, bide, &c.
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She turnd hersell into a hare,To rin upon yon hill,
And he became a gude grey-hound,
And boldly he did fill.
O bide, lady, bide, &c.
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Then she became a gay grey mare,And stood in yonder slack,
And he became a gilt saddle,
And sat upon her back.
Was she wae, he held her sae,
And still he bade her bide;
The rusty smith her leman was,
For a' her muckle pride.
And still he bade her bide;
The rusty smith her leman was,
For a' her muckle pride.
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Then she became a het girdle,And he became a cake,
And a' the ways she turnd hersell,
The blacksmith was her make.
Was she wae, &c.
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She turnd hersell into a ship,To sail out ower the flood;
He ca'ed a nail intill her tail,
And syne the ship she stood.
Was she wae, &c.
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Then she became a silken plaid,And stretchd upon a bed,
And he became a green covering,
And gaind her maidenhead.
Was she wae, &c.
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