Two Magicians

She looked out of the window, as white as any milk
He looked in at the window, as black as any silk

Hello, hello, hello, hello you coal black smith
You have done me no harm!
You never shall have my maidenhead
That I have kept so long!
I'd rather die a maid, aye, and then she said,
And be buried all in my grave,
Than to have such a nasty,
husky, dusky, fusty, musty coal black smith!
A maiden I will die!

She became a duck, a duck all in the stream
And he became a waterdog, and fetched her back again

She became a star, a star all in the night
And he became a thundercloud and muffled her out of sight

She became a rose, a rose all in the wood
And he became a bumblebee and kissed her where she stood

She became a nun, a nun all dressed in white
And he became a chantry priest to pray for her by night

She became a trout, a trout all in the brook
And he became a feathered fly, and catched her with his hook

She became a quilt, a quilt all on her bed
And he became a coverlet, and gained her maidenhead!

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