The Two Magicians

The Two Magicians

44.1 The lady stands in her bower door,
As straight as willow wand;
The blacksmith stood a little forebye,
Wi hammer in his hand.

 
44.2 ‘Weel may ye dress ye, lady

fair, your robes o red;
Before the morn at this same time,
I’ll gain your maidenhead.’
44.3 ‘Awa, awa, ye coal-black smith,
Woud ye do me the wrang

To think to gain my maidenhead,
That I hae kept sae lang!’
44.4 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.
44.5 ‘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.’
44.6 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.’

 

 

44.6b O bide, lady, bide,
And aye he bade her bide;
The rusty smith your leman shall be,
For a’ your muckle pride.
44.7 Then she became a turtle dow,
To fly up in the air,
And he became another dow,
And they flew pair and pair.

 

44.7b O bide, lady, bide, ’C..
44.8 She turnd hersell into an eel,
To swim into yon burn,
And he became a speckled trout,
To gie the eel a turn.
44.8b O bide, lady, bide, ’C..
44.9 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.
44.9b O bide, lady, bide, ’C..
44.10 She turnd hersell into a hare,

To rin upon yon hill,

And he became a gude grey-hound, And boldly he did fill.
44.10b O bide, lady, bide, ’C..
44.11 Then she became a gay grey mare,
And stood in yonder slack,
And he became a gilt saddle,
And sat upon her back.
44.11b Was she wae, he held her sae,
And still he bade her bide;
The rusty smith her leman was,
For a’ her muckle pride.
44.12 Then she became a het girdle,
And he became a cake,
And a’ the ways she turnd hersell,
The blacksmith was her make.

 

44.12b Was she wae, etc.
44.13 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.
44.13b Was she wae, etc.
44.14 Then she became a silken plaid,
And stretchd upon a bed,
And he became a green covering,
And gaind her maidenhead.
44.14b Was she wae, etc.

http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch044.htm

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~ by meanderingsofthemuse on October 17, 2012.

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