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The Two Magicians

アーティスト:A. L. Lloyd  アルバム:The Acoustic Folk Box 

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The lady sits at her own front door As straight as a willow wand And by there come a lusty smith With his hammer in his hand Crying bide lady bide For there's a nowhere you can hide For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride. Why do you sit there lady fair All in your robes of red I'll come tomorrow at this same time And have you in me bed Crying... Away away you coal black smith Would you do me this wrong For to think to have me maiden head 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 Me maiden head should have Crying... So the lady, she curled up her hand And swore upon the mold That he'd not have her maiden head For all of a pot of gold. But the blacksmith he curled up his hand And he swore upon the mast That he would have her maiden head For the half of that or less Crying... So the lady she turned into a dove And flew up into the air Ah, but he became an old cock pigeon And they flew pair and pair Cooing... So the lady she turned into a mare As dark as the night was black Ah, but he became a golden saddle And he clumb upon to her back Itching... So the lady she turned into a hare


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