paroles de chanson The Two Magicians - Martin Carthy
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.
1 High Germany
2 The Trees They Do Grow High
3 Sovay
4 Ye Mariners All
5 The Queen of Hearts
6 Broomfield Hill
7 Springhill Mine Disaster
8 Scarborough Fair
9 Lovely Joan
10 The Barley and the Rye
11 The Wind That Shakes The Barley
12 The Two Magicians
13 The Handsome Cabin Boy
14 And a Begging I Will Go
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