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.
"Weel may ye dress ye, lady fair,
Into your robes о red;
Before the morn at this same time,
I 'll gain your maidenhead."
"Awa, awa, ye coal-black smith,
Woud ye do me the wrang
To think to gain my maidenhead,
That I hae kept sae lang!"
Then she has hadden up her hand,
And she sware by the mold,
"I wudna be a blacksmith's wife
For the full о a chest о gold.
"I 'd rather I were dead and gone,
And my body laid in grave,
Ere a rusty stock о coal-black smith
My maidenhead shoud have."
Then she became a turtle dow,
To fly up in the air,
And he became another dow,
And they flew pair and pair.
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.
She turnd hersell into a hare,
To rin upon yon hill,
And he became a gude grey-hound,
And boldly he did fill.
Then she became a gay grey mare,
And stood in yonder slack,
And he became a gilt saddle.
And sat upon her back.
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.
Then she became a silken plaid,
And stretchd upon a bed,
And he became a green covering