A lady sits at her own front door, waiting on her man
When by there came a lusty smith, with his hammer in his hand
Saying,"You are such a maiden fair, all in your robes of red,
Will ya take me in yer arms, and have me in your bed?"
"Away, away you cold blacksmith, what you do say is wrong,
Does thou think a lass like me can be had for just a song"?
He sang, "Bide, lady bide, your lust for me don't hide,
This dusty smith will be your love, so lay aside your pride."
So the lady she took out her wand, held it high in her hand,
She turned herself into a cloud, said "Catch me if you can!"
So the blacksmith shook his hammer, and it turned to a magic stick,
So he became a lightning bolt for to zap into her quick.
He sang, "Bide, lady bide, your lust for me don't hide,
This dusty smith will be your love, so lay aside your pride."
So the lady she turned into a fish, a-swimmin' in the brook,
So he became a fishing rod for to catch her with his hook
But the lady she turned into a fly, flew up into the air,
So he became a hairy spider for to drag her into his lair
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So the lady she turned into a fiddle, hid amidst a song
So he became a bow and he played her all night long
Singin', "Bide, lady bide, your lust for me don't hide,
This dusty smith will be your love, so lay aside your pride."
Then the lady she turned into a rose, rosebud in the wood,
So he became a bumble bee for to sting her where she stood (Ouch!)
But the lady she turned into a horse, dark as the night is black
So he became a golden saddle for to climb onto her back
Singin'"Bide, lady bide, your lust for me don't hide,
This dusty smith will be your love, so lay aside your pride."
So the lady she turned into a man, leered up on him good,
So he became a bonny lass, and she took him where he stood, singin -
"Bide, lady bide, your lust for me don't hide,
This dusty smith will be your love, so lay aside your pride."
