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Variations of this ballad are known in Italy, Romania, Greece, and Poland as well as Southern Europe. It appeared in print in 1828 in Buchan's Ancient Ballads and Songs. Magical transformation was often a subject of folklore.
The ballad The two Kinde Lovers; Or, The Maiden's resolution and will To be like her true Lover still was printed at London by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke before 1630. It contains similar elements to The Two Magicians. This ballad is Child Ballad #44 (The Twa Magicians). For a complete list of Child Ballads at this site go to Francis J. Child Ballads. |
O She look'd out of the window White as any milk; But He look'd into the window As black as any silk. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. Then she became a duck, A duck all on the stream; And he became a water dog And fetch'd her back again. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. Then she became a hare, A hare upon the plain; And he became a greyhound dog And fetch'd her back again. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. Then she became a fly; A fly all in the air; And he became a spider And fetch'd her to his lair. Chorus Hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, hulloa, You coal black smith! You have done me no harm You never shall change my maiden name That I have kept so long; I'd rather die a maid. Yes, but then she said, And be buried all in my grave Than I'd have such a nasty, husky, dusky, musty, fusky coal black smith A maiden I will die. |
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One Hundred English Folksongs See Bibliography for full information. |