THE TWA MAGICIANSДВА ВОЛШЕБНИКАThe 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