Two magicians

Chorus
Hello, hello, hello, hello, you old black smith
You have done me no harm
You never shall change my maidenhead that i've kept so long
I'd rather die a maiden, ah
But then she said and be buried all in me grave
Than have such a nasty, husky, dusky, fusty, musty coal black smith
A maiden I will die

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

Chorus

She became a rose
A rose all in the wood
And he became a bumble bee
And kissed her where she stood

Chorus

She became a nun
A nun all dressed in white
And he became a phantom priest
And prayed for her by night

Chorus

She became a trout 
A trout all in the brook
And he became a dragonfly
And haggled her with his hook

Chorus

She became a corpse
A corpse all in the ground
And he became the cold clay
And covered her all around

Chorus

Salvaged from a bin at the gathering 1096, within the irish songbook