The Two Magicians

作曲 : Edwards Alfred George/Lloyd Albert Lancaster

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 mass

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 cock 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.

[00:01.000] 作曲 : Edwards Alfred George/Lloyd Albert Lancaster

[00:04.51]The lady sits in her own front door

[00:06.78]As straight as the willow wand,

[00:09.10]And by there come a lusty smith

[00:11.09]With a hammer in his hand.

[00:12.85]And he said, \"Bide, lady bide,

[00:15.32]There's nowhere you can hide.

[00:17.54]For the lusty smith will be your love

[00:19.72]And he will lay your pride.\"

[00:21.81]\"Well may you stand, you lady fair,

[00:23.99]All in your robes of red,

[00:26.24]But come tomorrow at this same time

[00:28.20]I'll have you in me bed.\"

[00:29.98]And he said, \"Bide, lady bide,

[00:32.52]There's nowhere you can hide.

[00:34.64]For the lusty smith will be your love

[00:36.87]And he will lay your pride.\"

[00:38.94]\"Away, away, you coal-black smith,

[00:41.10]Would you do me this wrong?

[00:43.18]To think to have my maidenhead

[00:45.33]That I have kept so long.

[00:47.38]\"I'd rather I was dead and cold

[00:49.56]And me body laid in the grave

[00:51.62]Than a lusty, dusty, coal-black smith

[00:53.75]My maidenhead should have.\"

[00:55.83]So the lady she held up her hand,

[00:58.03]She swore upon her soul

[01:00.13]That she'd not need the blacksmith's love

[01:02.28]For all of a box of gold.

[01:04.33]But the blacksmith he held up his hand

[01:06.47]And he swore upon the mass

[01:08.31]Saying, \"I'll have you in me bed young girl

[01:10.70]For the half of that or less.\"

[01:12.84]\"Bide lady bide,

[01:14.84]There's nowhere you can hide.

[01:17.08]For the lusty smith will be your love

[01:19.08]And he will lay your pride.\"

[01:29.66]So the lady she turned into a dove

[01:31.78]And she flew up in the air;

[01:33.96]But he became an old cock pigeon

[01:36.08]And they flew pair and pair.

[01:37.68]Crying, \"Bide, lady bide,

[01:40.29]There's nowhere you can hide.

[01:42.29]For the lusty smith will be your love

[01:44.60]And he will lay your pride.\"

[01:47.67]So the lady she turned into a hare

[01:49.77]And she ran across the plain;

[01:51.95]But he became a greyhound dog

[01:53.83]And he ran her down again.

[01:55.71]Crying, \"Bide, lady bide,

[01:58.22]There's nowhere you can hide.

[02:00.43]For the lusty smith will be your love

[02:02.74]And he will lay your pride.\"

[02:04.95]So she became a little mare

[02:06.81]As dark as the night was black;

[02:08.94]But he became a golden saddle

[02:11.06]And he clung onto her back.

[02:12.82]Crying, \"Bide, lady bide,

[02:15.14]There's nowhere you can hide.

[02:17.33]For the lusty smith will be your love

[02:19.35]And he will lay your pride.\"

[02:29.84]So she became a hot griddle

[02:31.70]And he became a cake;

[02:33.82]And every move that poor girl made

[02:35.97]The blacksmith was her mate.

[02:37.72]Crying, \"Bide, lady bide,

[02:40.15]There's nowhere you can hide.

[02:42.26]For the lusty smith will be your love

[02:44.53]And he will lay your pride.\"

[02:46.66]So she became a full-dressed ship

[02:48.76]And she sailed on the sea;

[02:50.88]But he became a bold captain

[02:52.81]And aboard of her went he.

[02:54.86]Crying, \"Bide, lady bide,

[02:57.13]There's nowhere you can hide.

[02:59.27]For the lusty smith will be your love

[03:01.53]And he will lay your pride.\"

[03:03.49]So the lady she ran into the bedroom

[03:05.79]And she changed into a bed;

[03:07.65]But he became a green coverlet

[03:09.73]And he gained her maidenhead.

[03:11.87]And was she woke he held her so

[03:13.81]And still he bade her bide;

[03:16.00]And the lusty smith became her love

[03:18.12]For all her mighty pride.

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