Oh she looked out of the window

As white as any milk

But he looked in the window

As black as any silk

"Hello hello hello hello

Hello you coal black smith

Oh what is your silly song?

You shall never change my maiden name

That I have kept so long

I'd rather die a maid, yes"

But then she said

"And be buried in my grave, yes"

And then she said

"That I'd have such a nasty

Husky, dusky, musty, funky

Coal black smith,

A maiden will I die"

Then she became a duck

A duck all on the stream

And he became a water dog

And fetched her back again

Then she became a hare

A hare all on the plain

And he became a greyhound dog

And fetched her back again

Then she became a fly

A fly all in the air

And he becamee a spider

And fetched her to his lair

And she became a corpse,

A corpse all In the ground

And he became the cold grey clay

And smothered her all around