Susan Johns of Austin, Texas, to Cray, 6/22/96, on "Ball" in Renaissance Fair circles:



                                                                     SONG
              Two Magicians

                (There are variations on the words for this one,
                 the final verse in particular.  There is also another
                 version with a totally different tune, but similar story.)

         She looked out of the window
         As white as any milk
         He looked in at the window
         As black as any silt

         CHORUS
         |------------------------------------------------|
         | Hello, hello, hello, hello                     |
         | You, coal-black smith,                         |
         | You have done to me no harm,                   |
         | But you never shall have me maidenhead         |
         | That I have kept so long.                      |
         | I'd rather die a maid, ah, but then she said   |
         | And be buried all in me grave                  |
         | Than to have such a nasty, husky,              |
         | Dusty, fusty, musty coal-black smith.          |
         | A maiden I will die.                           |
         |------------------------------------------------|

         She became a duck, a duck all on a stream,
         And he became a waterdog and fetched her back again.
           (repeat chorus after each verse)

         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 stung her where she stood.

         She became a nun, a nun all dressed in white,
         And he became a catholic priest and prayed for her by night.

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

         She became a corpse, a corpse all in the ground,
         And he became the cold cold clay and smothered her all around.



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Susan Johns of Austin, Texas, to Cray, 6/22/96, as sung" in SCA and Renaissance Fair circles: