He was born in Hatfield and grew up in Hampstead, London. After training as an actor he sang in coffee bars. He became a resident at the Troubador folk club in Earls Court in the late 1950s. He joined Redd Sullivan's Thameside Four in 1961. He is a renowned solo performer of traditional songs in a very distinctive style, accompanying himself on his trusty old Martin Guitar; his style is marked by the use of alternate tunings, and a strongly percussive picking style that emphasizes the melody. His debut album, Martin Carthy, was released in 1965, and also featured Dave Swarbrick playing fiddle on some tracks, although he was not mentioned in the album's sleeve notes.
He has also been involved with many musical collaborations. He has sung with The Watersons since 1972, was an early member of the UK folk rock group Steeleye Span, and was part of the innovative Brass Monkey ensemble, which mixed a range of brass instruments with Carthy's guitar and mandolin and John Kirkpatrick's accordion, melodeon and concertina.
For many years Carthy has enjoyed a creative partnership with fiddle player Dave Swarbrick. More recently, Waterson:Carthy has provided the forum for a successful partnership with partner Norma Waterson together with their daughter Eliza Carthy.
In June 1998 he was awarded the MBE in the Queen's Birthday Honours. He was named Folk Singer of the Year at the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards in 2002, and again in 2005 when he also won the award for Best Traditional Track for 'Famous Flower of Serving Men'.
The Two Magicians
Martin Carthy Lyrics
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The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying bide lady bide
For there's a nowhere you can hide
For the lusty smith will be your love
Why do you sit there lady fair
All in your robes of red
I'll come tomorrow at this same time
And have you in me bed
Crying . . .
Away away you coal black smith
Would you do me this wrong
For to think to have me maiden head
That I have kept so long
I'd rather I was dead and cold
And me body laid in the grave
Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith
Me maiden head should have
Crying . . .
So the lady, she curled up her hand
And swore upon the mold
That he'd not have her maiden head
For all of a pot of gold.
But the blacksmith he curled up his hand
And he swore upon the mast
That he would have her maiden head
For the half of that or less
Crying . . .
So the lady she turned into a dove
And flew up into the air
Ah, but he became an old cock pigeon
And they flew pair and pair
Cooing . . .
So the lady she turned into a mare
As dark as the night was black
Ah, but he became a golden saddle
And he clumb upon to her back
Itching . . .
So the lady she turned into a hare
And ran all over the plane
Ah, but he became a greyhound dog
And ran her down again
Barking . . .
So the lady she turned into a fly
And fluttered up into the air
Ah, but he became a big, hairy spider
And dragged her into his lair
Spinning . . .
So the lady she turned into a sheep
Grazing on yon common
Ah, but he became a big horny ram
And soon he was upon her.
Bleating . . .
So she turned into a full dress ship
And she sailed all over the sea
Ah, but he became a bold captain
And aboard of her went he
Ordering . . .
So the lady she turned into a cloud
Floating away in the air
Ah, but he became a lightning flash
And zipped right into her
Shocking . . .
So she turned into a mulberry tree
A mulberry tree in the wood
Ah, but he came forth as the morning dew
And sprinkled her where she stood.
Dripping . . .
So the lady she ran into the bedroom
And she changed into a bed
Ah, but he became a green coverlet
And he gained her maiden head
And once she woke he took her so
And still he bad her bide
And the lusty smith became her love
For all of her mighty pride.
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest, Folk Legacy 65 in the key of C.
Also by Frankie Armstrong on Bird in the Bush and by Carthy
Child #44
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===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
The Two Magicians is a traditional ballad that tells the story of a lady who is being pursued by a lusty smith. The lady is sitting at her front door one day when the smith arrives, declaring his desire for her. She resists his advances and transforms into different animals and objects, trying to escape him, but he chases after her in various forms until she finally gives in and becomes his love. This song can be interpreted as a cautionary tale about the dangers of giving into temptation and losing one's pride and innocence.
The lyrics are full of vivid and imaginative imagery, painting a picture of a magical and fantastical world. The transformations of the lady and the smith are symbolic of their power dynamics and changing roles in the pursuit of love. The repetition of the chorus, "bide lady bide," creates a haunting and eerie tone, adding to the mystique of the story. The ending, where the lady finally succumbs to the smith, can be seen as a commentary on the power imbalances between men and women in relationships and the societal pressures to conform to traditional gender roles.
Line by Line Meaning
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying bide lady bide
For there's a nowhere you can hide
For the lusty smith will be your love
And he will lay your pride.
A lady is sitting at her door when a blacksmith comes by, carrying a hammer. He tries to seduce her and warns her that she can't hide from him. He intends to make her his lover and take her dignity.
Why do you sit there lady fair
All in your robes of red
I'll come tomorrow at this same time
And have you in me bed
Crying . . .
The blacksmith questions why the lady is sitting there and promises to come back the next day to have her in his bed.
Away away you coal black smith
Would you do me this wrong
For to think to have me maiden head
That I have kept so long
I'd rather I was dead and cold
And me body laid in the grave
Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith
Me maiden head should have
Crying . . .
The lady rejects the blacksmith and says she would rather die than lose her virginity to him.
So the lady, she curled up her hand
And swore upon the mold
That he'd not have her maiden head
For all of a pot of gold.
But the blacksmith he curled up his hand
And he swore upon the mast
That he would have her maiden head
For the half of that or less
Crying . . .
The lady vows to protect her virginity, and the blacksmith vows to take it for even less than half the value of a pot of gold.
So the lady she turned into a dove
And flew up into the air
Ah, but he became an old cock pigeon
And they flew pair and pair
Cooing . . .
The lady transforms into a dove, and the blacksmith turns into a male pigeon. They fly together, cooing to each other.
So the lady she turned into a mare
As dark as the night was black
Ah, but he became a golden saddle
And he clumb upon to her back
Itching . . .
The lady transforms into a horse, and the blacksmith becomes a golden saddle as he mounts her.
So the lady she turned into a hare
And ran all over the plane
Ah, but he became a greyhound dog
And ran her down again
Barking . . .
The lady turns into a hare and tries to escape, but the blacksmith turns into a greyhound dog and chases her down, barking.
So the lady she turned into a fly
And fluttered up into the air
Ah, but he became a big, hairy spider
And dragged her into his lair
Spinning . . .
The lady turns into a fly and tries to escape, but the blacksmith becomes a spider and traps her in his web, spinning it around her.
So the lady she turned into a sheep
Grazing on yon common
Ah, but he became a big horny ram
And soon he was upon her.
Bleating . . .
The lady transforms into a sheep, and the blacksmith becomes a ram and mates with her.
So she turned into a full dress ship
And she sailed all over the sea
Ah, but he became a bold captain
And aboard of her went he
Ordering . . .
The lady becomes a ship, and the blacksmith transforms into a captain and sails with her, giving orders.
So the lady she turned into a cloud
Floating away in the air
Ah, but he became a lightning flash
And zipped right into her
Shocking . . .
The lady becomes a cloud and tries to escape, but the blacksmith turns into lightning and enters her, shocking her.
So she turned into a mulberry tree
A mulberry tree in the wood
Ah, but he came forth as the morning dew
And sprinkled her where she stood.
Dripping . . .
The lady transforms into a mulberry tree, but the blacksmith becomes dew and falls on her, soaking her.
So the lady she ran into the bedroom
And she changed into a bed
Ah, but he became a green coverlet
And he gained her maiden head
And once she woke he took her so
And still he bad her bide
And the lusty smith became her love
For all of her mighty pride.
The lady becomes a bed and falls asleep, but the blacksmith becomes a coverlet and takes her virginity. He tells her to stay with him, and eventually, he becomes her lover despite her initial resistance.
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@tunguskalumberjack9987
Really good rendition- it’s a new one to me, but it’s extremely similar to the traditional version by John Roberts, which lives permanently in my playlist. Thanks for posting this!
@itan96
Oh, coal black smith....
@tunguskalumberjack9987
Judging by your name, I’m guessing you’re referring to C93’s version? Big Twins fan myself, and Cocteau Twins and Current 93 are really close together on my CD shelves🙂
@itan96
@Tunguska Lumberjack Yes, yes!
I like this version, although Damh The Bard's one might be better! 😁
@tunguskalumberjack9987
@Mizake The Mizan I’ll have to check that out- thanks!
@itan96
@Tunguska Lumberjack https://youtu.be/J15awHg7xQg